• Believe


    "Oh, honey, you know the Easter Bunny doesn't exist,"

    "Your mommy's lying, my daddy told me he's fake!"

    "Bunnies can't get in the house, and they don't give presents!"

    Each sentence, every little remark that stabbed at an image, real or not, would create that image to fade. And soon, there would be no more.

    He was withering away, he could feel it. The albino Hare sat in a large, chipped and wooden rocking chair, surveying the world's children, hearing the denounce of his existence. It scared him - just last year kids were begging God to meet him, to meet the Easter bunny that gave them presents, and chocolate. But of course, no one could possibly believe in the existence of such a thing, so here he was, with close to no support in his existence.

    His breathing was ragged, and soon he knew he'd be no more. The faeries, the elves and trolls, they were all scurrying about, desperately trying to bring faith to their friend. Not only did the Hare need it, but the children also. Their faith was what kept the rabbit alive, kept the creature's heart thump, thump, thumping away.

    A faerie circled his head, its' light flitting, the creature's bell-like sobs ringing into the rabbit's ears. He paid no mind, soon it would be all over for him, and he wouldn't have to hear the terrible crying of such a beautiful and innocent creature. He wasn't scared to die. He wasn't scared to face whatever lay ahead of him, though he knew it would be well and grand. He was scared, however, for his friends. The faeries and elves, Santa and the nymphs. The unicorn and the centaur, every creature that had ever been doubted of their existence - they'd lived through such hardships, they didn't deserve to be doubted, their fate to be hidden away forever.

    The Easter bunny allowed himself a soft smile, seeing a young fairie fly towards him, 'Mister Easter, I have some dew drops, would you like some?" The young creature held up a tiny leaf, a few drops of dew glittering it.

    "No thank you, my time has come." The rabbit replied, his ears twitching. His voice sounded so gentle, so headstrong as he faced death.

    The fairie gave a sob, her pale light fading.

    "Don't worry, dear. Death is not something to fear, it is far past my time. I will be at peace." The fairie nodded sadly, turning as she flew back towards the others at work.

    The Rabbit gave a gentle breath, his mind filled with the words of the people of the world - the jabs at his existence and the crying of the children. A tear rolled down from one of his soft, red eyes, saddened by the lack of faith in him.

    A cold wind flew through the forest, stretching out to all parts of the world, warning everyone of the creature's death.

    Soon, the rocking chair in which the Hare sat was circled by creatures, all bowing their heads. The Rabbit motioned for a tall Blood Elf to come near him, and when the majestic being did, he reached into his pocket, pulling out a medium sized white egg, striped beautifully with colors not yet known to man, dotted with the rainbow, glowing with the touch of a fairy.

    The Blood Elf took the egg, touching the kind Hare's hand in the process, a touch made gently with a silent prayer. The Hare smiled softly as the being took the egg, holding it with the utmost care as he stepped back into the crowd of creatures, bowing his head respectfully.

    The Rabbit turned to the moon, closing his eyes as he took in a shaken, gentle breath, the last one he'd ever take as he drifted off into a world of peace.

    The creatures sobbed, praying for the legend's safe journey. Their sobs were so loud, the beings so deep in their prayers - that they hadn't noticed the slight twitching of the egg, not until the Blood Elf gave a shocked gasp did everyone turn to the creature, sensing the atmosphere of a new being.

    The egg shook at first, a crack running through the top of the egg, and the creatures of myth watched in silent awe as two small and furry ears popped out of it, twitching experimentally.

    They all took in a shocked yet happy breath as a soft white head popped up, the creature's nose twitching in confusion. The crowd cheered, happy to have this new oppurtunity at giving the kids faith - and in his deep slumber, if someone had paid close enough attention, one could see the old Hare give a hopeful, and gentle smile.

    Because, as many know, Easter is a time of new beginnings.

    ♥