Active Messenger.

Active Messenger.

Her Majesty Queen Feeana has a messenger that travels all around the world with important messages. There is not a country that he has not visited. Travelling at very high speeds by magic means, he often arrives at his destination as he leaves the Queen with his message. Only the person that is to receive the message ever sees him. No one knows what he looks like, as he travels in disguises so well thought out that he is to every one he visits different. To one he is a bird, to another a donkey, and yet to another a Leprechaun. The Messenger as he is officially known has fallen ill and there is no one to take his place. No one wanted the job as it was considered rather tiring to travel always by magic and to be another being. A Royal notice was proclaimed saying that a new messenger would be handsomely paid for what after all is very light work. No one offered to accept the job and then it was that I received a Royal Visit.

I was weeding in my back garden when a bright blue flash of light and a whiff of smoke distracted my attention. Her Majesty stood before me she was indeed very beautiful with a silk dress covered in embroidered flowers, such tiny stitches and each flower looking as if it had been freshly plucked from a magical garden. “Mr.Shaw,” I heard her Majesty say. “Will you be my Messenger until my own messenger recovers from his mysterious illness?” I could not turn down such a request from so lovely a person that I agreed. “You will have at your disposal all of the magic you may need and the ability to change into whatever being you wish.” I smiled and Her Majesty pointed her magic wand at me, the blue sparks that surrounded me completely and I felt the change in my body.

I could change myself into any being that I wanted to, I could also read and write the Fairy Language. As for travelling just a thought and I was on my way. If I thought about Africa in a split second I would be in Africa or China or anywhere in the world. I had for the first time in my long life the means to be anywhere at anytime in the world. This is indeed a very high honour for a man like me. I wished myself indoors where I washed and shaved and had a meal. As I finished the washing up whoosh a small packet appeared in my hands. Written in the old language the name of a fairy that I had once met while I was in America. I changed myself into a cowboy wearing a Stetson hat and cowboy boots and wished myself in America. The light giddy sensation that such travelling brings with it I soon shook off and landed in a small place in Wyoming where the fairy was waiting for me. I greeted and handed her the small parcel. She disappeared and in a few moments she was back with another small packet that she gave me. Then whoosh and I was back in fairyland handing the packet to Her Majesty. This went on for ten days then I received no more packets or letters and thought that I was now free to go about my own business.

I still had the powers given to me by Her Majesty and I could change into anything I wanted to be. I had to go to a shop in London and while I was talking to the man behind the counter a packet appeared in my hand and looking at it I saw very urgent. The poor man must have thought that he was having hallucinations one minute we had been talking and the next I was gone. This visit was to Mother Nature. Mother Nature welcomed me as a long lost friend and I was seated at a table drinking one of her own home made drinks. It was wonderful as I drunk a new strength went right through my body. Then Mother Nature wrote a few words on a piece of paper and placed it in my hand. “Off you go.” She said, “You are one of the most important messengers in the world.” A second later I was back in the company of Her Majesty the Queen. “My messenger is now fully recovered and wants to be my messenger again.” “Do you mind?”  “No Your Majesty it was very interesting and I met some very nice people but I do have my garden and my roses to attend to.” A scattering of blue sparks from Her Majesty’s magic wand and I was once again plain Mr. Shaw. I offered to be a messenger any time that Her Majesties messenger was off sick or wanted to have a holiday. Her Majesty smiled and thanked me for my offer. “So do not be surprised if when I am talking to you I vanish in a trail of blue sparks. I have offered you know and I could never refuse a wish from Her Majesty.