Where Did All the Fairy Godmothers Go?
It happened so slowly, most didn’t even realise it was happening.
The disappearance of the Fairy Godmothers.
Nobody knows where they went, but then again nobody bothered to ask. It seemed as though they’d always been there, so it wasn’t much of a surprise that no-one asked where they went until it was too late to get an answer.
After all, the world was a big place and growing bigger every year. There were so many people. More than when the Fairy Godmother’s had first appeared.
More people than they ever hope could help.
Magic could only do so much when they were so vastly outnumbered.
What was once commonplace became a lottery of sorts. Who would be amongst those lucky enough to meet a Fairy Godmother? To have all their dreams come true? Their problems solved? Who were the haves and who were the have-nots?
It didn’t matter how good a person was, all that mattered was being in the right place at the right time, crying the right amount of tears.
Really, it was inevitable that the backlash against Fairy Godmothers would rise over time, as the world grew bigger and fewer people got a chance at a magical happily ever after.
People always want a quick fix for their problems.
Yet, in the midst of the uproar, the anger, the envy, people forgot that Fairy Godmothers were people too. Of course, they weren’t entirely human, so it was easy to strip them of said humanity, to see them as these beacons of fate, handing out happily-ever-afters on a whim and leaving the rest of the population to rot.
It was easy to forget the fairies who had raised their children in secret.
Easy to forget the ones who loved and watched over the orphaned ones, as though they were their own.
Easy to forget the ones who protected them against the darker forces in the world, as well as those who wielded them.
Until, one day, people began to notice that it had been weeks since they’d spotted the familiar flutters of sparkling wings. There were no whispers of magical happenings at peoples’ doors, no rumours to spread. Cries for help went unanswered for everyone. It seemed at last that the world was equal- at least in terms of those hated magical shortcuts.
Some celebrated a return to fairness, others felt stabs of guilt at having pushed an entire group of beings into hiding. A few hoped they’d come back if only to help those less fortunate- who now seemed to be suffering more than ever in the fairies absence.
(There were certain murmurs among the younger folk, those who had been too small to ever be graced by fairies power, about how vocal those in positions of power had been in their hatred for the Fairy Godmother’s. But those criticisms were quickly squashed by those who were louder, older, angrier.)
Weeks turned into months, months turned into years, and soon Fairy Godmothers were a distant memory. They became nothing more than stories to tell dazzled children, all with the understanding that Fairy Godmothers weren’t real- that if their children wanted a happily ever after, they would have to earn it like their forefathers before them.
Fairy Godmothers didn’t exist.
And their children would just have to accept that and move on.