The Dark Fairy

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By Monica Canducci

I love fairy tales because they often hide treasures of wisdom and secrets leading to the realization of our true Self. This is the reason why I open the doors of inspiration to fairy tales, too.

“The Dark Fairy” is about the power of intentions, words, and beliefs. It’s amazing how any process can be interfered or supported by our intentions, words, and beliefs, and it’s even more amazing to notice how much a change in our attitude can produce miracles. “The Dark Fairy” is also about the miracle of transformation. It is one of the tales I published in my book The Faerie Code—A Guide to the Faerie Dimension and its Gifts, which is about the secret language of Fairies, which is the same language spoken and understood by the unconscious side of our mind.

Whether you believe in the existence of Fairies or not, it doesn’t matter.

May this tale inspire you and support you in your journey of transformation.


“They say Fairies are impalpable and sensitive beings who prefer to live in the woods—wherever there is vegetation they can take care of—because one of their functions is to follow all the delicate processes of generation and regeneration of plants, flowers, and trees. Fairies love to share their dances and their games with other Spirits of Nature that inhabit the Earth and the other Elements. In general, they are attracted to everything that is enjoyable and light, including thoughts, while they shun sad and dark atmospheres that weigh them down by removing their light and vitality. These Fairies that preside over vegetation are generally born during full Moon nights. When a ray of moonlight meets a drop of dew, it forms a cloud of opalescent steam that gets thicker until it becomes a sort of tiny flock, a soft and bright cocoon made of the most beautiful dreams—from which, with the first sunray, a new Fairy arises surrounded by her bright halo.

One night, in the woods, just as the Moon was feeding the white cocoon with its rays—a cocoon in which a little Fairy was being created, constantly watched by the other Spirits of Nature—a huge black cloud, which completely obscured the Moon and its light, passed in the sky. It was not a cloud made of rain, lightning, and storm. It was a terrible cloud that, passing through the cities of humans, had become saturated with anger, gas, and frenzy, with grudges and deafening noises, with the most dense and heavy emotions, and with violent thoughts. In two words, it was pure poison. At the passage of the cloud obscuring the Moon, the cocoon immediately began to shake, contract, and shrink, and its light began to weaken. In vain, Faeries, Elves, Gnomes, and Sprites tried to do all they could around the Fairy’s embryo. Such a thing had never happened before and nobody knew what to do. They could only wait for dawn.

When dawn came, the cocoon, which was now like a lump of dry cobwebs, broke with the first sunray. Everyone held their breath, but when they saw the creature striving to come out of the cocoon, they couldn’t restrain a collective moan of horror. It was a shapeless and disturbing being, without defined contours, a dark Fairy—dense, wrinkled, and creased as they had never seen before—with her face and body marked by even darker furrows, that made her look like a withered fruit. Struck dumb by astonishment and fear, the creatures of the wood quickly stepped back, moving away from the newborn being. The Fairy sensed the cold and the distance, and became even more shapeless and dried.

“She’s just ugly with those wrinkles,” murmured an Azure Fairy.

And a few other furrows immediately appeared on the face of the Dark Fairy.

“She’s so dark… And dense,” echoed another Fairy.

And the poor Dark Fairy became darker and denser, and frowned.

“She looks so awkward and too contorted to be a Fairy…” said a Gnome.

And the Dark Fairy felt her legs becoming crooked, so she fell to the ground. She had just been born and could not understand what was happening to her, but it certainly wasn’t pleasant.

“Moreover, look, she has no light, and plants will wither to her touch,” a Green Fairy shouted, alarming the entire community of the Woods.

“And the seeds will not sprout,” another concluded.

The Dark Fairy, who was confused, looked around as her gaze grew grimmer and grimmer and dimmer and dimmer.

“A Fairy with this look can only be evil or bring bad luck,” quietly whispered a Gnome, but not quietly enough.

The Dark Fairy turned her gaze to him and a large acorn fell from the oak above, hitting the Gnome right on his head. At that point there was a stampede. While some Gnomes helped the imprudent unlucky one, Fairies and Sprites gave themselves up to unpleasant remarks.

“She does bring bad luck,” one said.

“She herself is a misfortune for our community,” said someone else, and so on.

The Dark Fairy felt pain everywhere as her body kept on withering and a pain in her chest grew stronger and stronger. Her body was getting more and more shriveled up and her gaze was growing dimmer and dimmer, until a salty liquid started to flow from her eyes and down her face. Then something broke in her and with a scream that froze those present, she took a jump and staggered to the woods.

As she passed by a stream, her instinct suggested she should look at what was frightening those who were supposed to welcome her, but, upon seeing her, the Undines stepped back and so did the Waters. This was too much for the little Dark Fairy who, with a scornful and resigned grunt, disappeared into the darker corner of the Wood that the Sun never reached.

A sensitive-hearted Elf had been watching the incidents that had caused all that panic in the Wood, a panic that, as you may know, isn’t very suitable for Faerie Beings. The Elves, creatures who love the company of Fairies, are fortunately very quick in seizing the essence of events and in finding solutions. The Elf had noticed that the little Dark Fairy had worsened after her birth, as if she was influenced by the fears and expectations of her troubled companions. And for sure, the influence of that cloud had caused that strange phenomenon. The Elf then went looking for the Fairy, certain he could remedy the situation, and found her in the cold and dark corner of the Wood, where only poisonous mushrooms grew.

The Elf was not afraid of the Dark Fairy because he had a light heart, light like the Air, and Air cannot be injured, so he approached her—and began to blow small light whirls around her, light just like him, trying to tickle her or make her smile at least. But the Dark Fairy almost ignored him and turned away with a grunt.

Then the Elf flew and picked up a sweet drop of nectar from the nearest flower and offered it to the Fairy, slipping it through the rotting leaves that were covering her. The Dark Fairy got even more irritated, and in order to drive the intruder away, she tried to hit him—and in this way was fully smeared with the nectar that, against her will, she tasted. All that sweetness seemed to calm down her torment, and finally the Dark Fairy fell asleep.

Meanwhile, the Elf had gathered an assembly and expounded a plan that convinced all the Spirits of Nature inhabiting the Woods. All of them were sorry for letting fear overwhelm them and for abandoning a member of their community in need—so they agreed to help the little Dark Fairy whom they, unknowingly, had probably transformed into a monster. Fairies, Gnomes, Elves, and Sprites worked all day to thin out the plants that hindered the passage of light in the place where the Dark Fairy had taken refuge. At sunset, they transported a great amount of scented and colorful petals to the place where the Dark Fairy lay, and without disturbing the little one (still stubbornly crouched and hidden), replaced the rotten leaves hiding her with the flowers. Then they watched her all night and, while the moonlight was filtering through the branches and the leaves were gently caressing her, they sang for her.

“You are such a beautiful Fairy…” said an Elf.

“…bright and light…” added a Fairy.

“…You are sensitive and pliant…” someone sang.

“…kind and elegant…” concluded someone else.

And so all together the Faerie Beings of the Wood eulogized the little Fairy throughout the night, sending her warm words and thoughts from the depths of their hearts, full of love and tenderness. Sunrise came, and the Fairy woke up with a strange tickle in her chest. The pain was a distant memory, perhaps just a bad dream. Something in her had changed and by stretching, she felt her body transformed, flexible, and light. The Salamanders of the first sunrays warmed her, while she was timidly peeping out among the most beautiful colors she had ever seen. Before the community of the Wood, which had watched over her all night, a beautiful Lilac and Purple Fairy appeared. She was bright, hesitant, and astonished (at least as much as they were) by such a miracle of transformation, achieved by the power of love and trust, transmitted by all those hearts gathered together.”

Monica Canducci is an author, speaker, artist, and performer who loves to work as a healing facilitator, movement coach, and teacher in the fields of self-development and spiritual awareness. Monica is unstoppably committed to connecting dots and “making the invisible seen” by exploring the relationships between thoughts, emotions, words, the world of archetypes, and the human body structure. She loves helping people discover their hidden resources and express their true self, in order to achieve healing and self-realization through personal transformation. Email Monica at

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