Olive - The Chosen One by Daisy L. Bloom Page A

but, his guitar which he kept with him at all times.  He would busk in the day-time in the local shopping centre and around the local fields.  Fairies with a heart would give him the odd meal and any loose change they had in their pockets.  It took him two days to reach the olive tree field where Olive and her family abided.
        On the morning he arrived she was singing ‘Hallelujah.’
        Mio Dio - OMG! 
        She was amazing!  She could reach the stars with her voice.  He knelt down beside her and started strumming away on his guitar, tears were rolling down his cheeks because he felt he had got a raw deal from life.  He started to hum along with Olive, his fingers gliding across the guitar strings in a way that Olive had never heard before and then he also broke into song.  ‘Hallelujah, Hallelujah’ they sang.
        It wasn’t long before a crowd of fairies gathered around the pair.  Fairies were moved on the wings of music and their little wings started flapping and carried them above the ground.  This was due to the sheer ecstasy of it all.
        When the two fairies had finished singing, a huge round of applause broke out in the olive fields and shouts of ‘ bravo , bravo’ echoed across the lands.
        ‘‘Where have you come from?’’ said Olive.  She had not seen this fairy around before.  She could not help but, notice that the fairy was a little smelly, sort of earthy but, also a bit pongy!!!!  He had a long dark beard which reached down to his fairy feet.  Olive wondered how he didn’t trip over it.
        ‘I bet it flapped in the wind when he flew’ she thought to herself.  His long, straggly hair was tied up on top of his head and he had the darkest brown, sad fairy puppy dog eyes she had ever seen but, the way he sung, well, that was something else!  He possessed a spirit within that would lift anybody with a heart.
        Speranza told the gathering his story.  The one of loss and the strength that he somehow managed to find from within.
        Olive decided right then and there that she was going to help this forlorn fairy to rebuild his life and get a job as a teacher.  After all, he had previously done this and no-one deserved to be outcast because of circumstances.  She offered the homeless fairy a tent for the night and for as long as he wanted.  She told him she was going to take him under her fairy wings and help him but, the first thing he need to do was to go down to the fairy creek and get a wash.  She would then make him a fairy breakfast (the English way) of Bacon and Eggs.
        ‘‘You will love this’’ she said.
        She got him a towel, some soap, toothpaste, toothbrush, shaving foam and a shaving blade along with a mirror and sent him off telling him that his guitar would be safe in her little house.
        ‘‘Just wait’’ she said as she quickly went to see if her mother could give her anything for Speranza to wear.  Her papi Cielo had plenty and they were about the same size.  She returned with some fairy plaid trousers and a loose shirt as Speranza had that hippy thing going on. She would ask Willow to make him a string of lucky hippy beads just to complete the look.
        When Speranza returned, she was surprised to see that he was quiet a looker.  She smiled, took his hands in hers and said ‘‘today is the start of a new life for you.’’
        Speranza couldn’t thank this beautiful fairy with the long dark hair and the most vivid olive green eyes he had ever seen enough.  She would have been about the same age as his daughter and her kindness shone through.  He felt a renewed passion for life.  The fairies in this land are so welcoming.  They promised they would help him to build a home and rebuild his life.
        ‘He was safe now’ they all assured him.
        Olive was cooking breakfast.  The smell wafted towards Speranza.  OMG!  It smelt delicious.  Speranza couldn’t eat it fast