The Bee Tale

In the heart of a mystical forest, where the emerald leaves seemed to whisper ancient secrets and the sunlight filtered through the branches like shards of liquid gold, a wondrous sight awaited those who dared to venture deep within. Here, busy amidst the fragrant blossoms, were bees of all different colors, each possessing magical properties.

At the centre of this enchanted realm stood a majestic beehive, it's iridescent surface reflecting the colours of the rainbow. The bees that called it home were every possible colour and each colour had it's own power. The blue bees, for instance, shimmered with a cerulean glow, gifting dreams of unimaginable beauty to anyone who sampled their nectar.

But among all the bees, there was one that was sought after most often: the golden bee. Its delicate wings exuded an otherworldly radiance and the honey it produced was said to hold the power to heal grief.

Legend whispered that a single sip of the golden honey would lift the despair of loss and many a broken-hearted traveller journeyed to the forest's heart, seeking solace and the cure for their emotional burdens. They would venture through the thickets and brambles facing trials and tribulations on their way, driven by a desire to mend their souls.

One such traveller was a young girl named Elara. Her heart had been shattered by the loss of her mother and she, who had once been begged to sing by princes & kings, could no longer utter a note. Determined to restore her joy of singing and to heal this never-ending sadness, she followed the faint, twinkling path that led to the golden bee's hive.

The golden guardian of the hive, a wise old bee with emerald eyes, greeted Elara with a knowing smile. "Young thrush, what brings you to our realm?" she inquired gently.

Tears welled in Elara's eyes as she poured out her tale of heartbreak and her desperate desire to feel alive again. The golden bee listened intently, her wings fluttering with empathy. "You seek the golden honey," she said, her voice carrying a touch of melancholy. "But first, you must prove the depth of your heart's longing. Now sing." Elara shook her head sadly and whispered, "I cannot!"

"Think not of what you have lost but of the wondrous love you bore and still bear for your mother," the bee whispered. As Elara struggled to free herself of the burden of grief and to concentrate on the love she felt, the colours of her sorrow began to swirl around her. Tones of black and grey almost enveloped the young girl and the golden bee was moved.

"Your heart's yearning is pure," she said, "and so, you shall receive the gift you seek."

With a gentle sweep of her wing, she offered Elara a single drop of golden honey, glistening like a precious gem. As the liquid gold touched her lips, a warm sensation enveloped Elara's entire being. Her heart, once fractured, began to mend and she could feel the forgotten feeling of joy bubbling up within her. All the bees watched in awe as the colours surrounding Elara transformed from drab and dark into sparkling variations of their own wings. Elara took a deep breath and opened her mouth. The note that issued forth had never been sang by a human before! Only magical creatures could sing notes of such perfection and the bees buzzed with joy at Elara's new gift. The girl cried out in wonder as she realised that the grief had melted away and she was left with the pure love she had for her mother, then, now & always. Elara bade a thankful goodbye to the bees and promised to sing for whoever needed comfort for the rest of her life.