A long story began in a village called Fawks, where the magic begins, and in that village everything moves but can’t be seen except by those who believe in the magic. In that village lived a blind girl since she was small and deaf. She loved to plant the flowers of hyacinth and tulips, and she was beautiful. She loved her flowers and took care of them and sat with them all the time, but she never heard them at all.
And her father tried to make her hear, but he failed. And the blind girl loved to draw. So her father thought to teach her lessons for drawing in the house, and he called everyone who loved the drawing until he made the blind girl happy.
And one of them was a teacher named Henri who believed in the magic and talked to the trees. One of these times, Henri drew a picture of a man with a beautiful heart in his hand and carrying in his hand a heart. So the artist was amazed at the drawing of Henri, and he said to Henri that this man kills people. The artist was confused and said to him, “He is just an idea,” and he asked him not to publish the drawings again.
But the father of the blind girl thought that the drawing had part of the fun, but the artist didn’t understand his words. And one of these times during the lesson, she found the blind girl missing among the students, so she called upon her. And the blind girl had gone to sleep on her flowers, and she found that they had died and turned into soil. So she gathered her flowers and asked the artist about the way to make the flowers raise their heads again, but the teacher told her that her flowers had died and wouldn’t wake again. The blind girl was sad and couldn’t draw. So she asked him about what he had done until her flowers died.
But Henri told her not to listen to the artist’s words, and that her flowers were not dead but they were sad because they used to dance all night at the house of the shy king, but no one saw them, so they believe they celebrate there every night, but when the guard of the shy king exists, they come and hide and return to the garden again.
The blind girl believed him and wanted to see them but she couldn’t go to that place. So Henri said to her that he had a plan, which was to leave the flowers in the drawing room, then lock the door and come out of the window, and she would dance the flowers in the room because she couldn’t come out of the locked room.
The artist heard Henri’s words and came out, and said to the blind girl that these words were just a nonsense, but the blind girl believed Henri’s words, and in the water she executed what Henri asked and placed the flowers in the room, then she closed the door of the room to keep the flowers from getting drunk in the room of play, and she went to sleep in her bedroom.
She wanted to see the flowers dancing strongly, but her heart prevented her. And after a time she woke up to a sound of steps in the magical room, so she knew that the flowers were dancing. So she went running and looked from the door of the window, and she found all the flowers and the existing objects in the room dancing.
The flowers were sad, and their color was brown, but they were happy. And suddenly, a blind girl doll came out of the chest and was angry because the flowers had entered her love in the chest. But the flowers welcomed her and asked from her that she would dance with them. And the doll started dancing with the flowers, and she was very happy.
She apologized to the flowers because she was angry with them at the beginning, and she asked from the flowers if they wanted from her any help. So she asked from the flowers to ask the blind girl to leave them in the garden until they come every year. So the blind girl went to her bedroom and slept. In the morning she woke up and took her flowers, and left them in the garden as they asked. And after a short time, the trees of the flowers began to grow in the garden. This made the blind girl feel very happy, and she started to hear and the blind girl learned that she would hear when she saw the sun and the moon and the flowers, and she started to see the beauty around her in every place. And they said that the flowers of the blind girl remained dancing every night.
Translated from: Ida’s Little Flowers