Helena

Helena stepped forward from among the rubble left by the explosion. With slightly apart she stabs the point of the newly acquired sword into the soil. “I have finally risen from my prison of enslavement. I am free from the rock. From this day forth, I will have a different path to travel no longer a slave to the wants, and woes, of those who surround me. The circle has been shattered to let in the sunshine, take away the darkness and tears from my world. I am no longer a strong weakling. I have been given powers to strengthen my resolves. I feel no pain. I am revitalized with energy to fight my way through uncharted waters. Those of you who wish for a better way of life, come join me to scale new horizons. Conquer our old fears of rejection and failure, to become the bright stars while we rage about past wrongs committed against us. We will be all powerful in the memory of those who come in contact with us.” She drew a deep breath to continue but was interrupted by Fairy Twinkle.

“Hmmm. Excuse me, Helena. Do you know which direction we will take.”

“You dare to challenge me. What insolence. I'm going,” she stopped to think, and decide, “that way.” Helena pointed to the way forward from where she stood.

“So you are going to attack Mount Saint Drew owned by the Emerald Emperor of nature. He will not like a woman to enter his hallowed forest on the mountain. He has forgotten those of us who supply his food. We struggle to grow food for him but he doesn't send us any rain to water the crops. The area has turned into a dust bowl Trees are dying from the lack of water. Fish no longer swim in the once beautiful lake now turned brown and muddy. The only bit of greenery there...was...was around the rock you watered with your tears.”

Helena held up one hand for Fairy Twinkle to stop speaking. “And who are you, my impetuous one, who dares to interrupt me.”

Fair Twinkle curtsied while she bowed her head. “I am Fairy Twinkle. M friends, and I, are so grateful for the tears you supplied to keep this little bit of soil wet to keep a few flowers, and some grass, alive for us to enjoy. With you rising from your enslavement we will no longer be able to grow food for us.”

“So why isn't the Emerald Emperor attending to the land of his subjects. He should be protecting the forests, farms, animals, and the inhabitants. Why isn't he doing so. Where is Thor. Why isn't he causing a storm to bring down the rain needed,” raged Helena.

“They have forgotten us all. They are too busy with other acts of enjoyment. But each God expects to find food at the ready when hungry. Water for them to bathe for their own comfort. We are the forgotten people.”

“No longer shall you be the forgotten people. We will march on Mount Saint Dew to remind the Gods of their duty to their subjects. Time to topple them from their throne of power.” Helena pulled her sword from the soil and raised it toward the sky. Power flashed from the point to race toward the lone, cobweb cloud. “Today we march on the Emerald Emperor to show him we are disgusted with his ruling of nature.” Lightning flashed over head. More lone threads of clouds joined in the game by joining together to make a massive dark storm cloud blocking out the sun. “Let's begin as we mean to move forward. The Emerald Emperor has been put on notice.” Helena shouldered her sword then took her first step to reclaim the land of the unforgotten people who had worked so hard to keep some little section of earth living. The Fairies, and animals, who stayed to watch over their patch cheered while dancing in the rain which had begun to fall.