The Chamomile Spirit

when the Restless Shadows reigned, dark creatures haunted daydreams and directed nightmares, relishing in human torment. Emotions such as anxiety ran wild, mating with the Shadows to birth anger, fear, and guilt. Their demon offspring carved deeper and deeper into the unfortunate souls of humankind, spreading chaos wherever they roamed.

As time went on, humans became more destructive—not only to themselves, but to the wild as well. They burned forests to weaken their enemies, waged wars, and left once-beautiful fields of wildflowers crushed and soaked in rage-soured blood.

Mother Nature, though patient and wise, reached her breaking point with the demon spawn. At last, she declared,

“ENOUGH.”

Turning to the Wild Chamomile, she whispered,

“Demons and shadows fall under your trance,
Your sweet fragrance brings peace and enchants.”

With the breath of the Wild Mother, Elidora was born from Chamomile’s golden nectar. She emerged in the form of a woman, her long golden hair dancing in the flower’s perfumed breeze, cascading over her bare breasts.

Satisfied with her creation, Nature gazed into her daughter’s hypnotic stare and continued:

“Spirit of rest and slumber, calm powers ignite.
Spare the humans and make things right.”

Elidora smiled, coy and playful. Her voice, a soft lullaby, replied,

“You have given me life and brought me here.
I shall leave unhurt all you hold dear.”

Nature’s voice rose, climbing like a volcano on the verge of eruption:

“Smother the demons. Do what you will!”

Elidora’s smile grew deviant. 

“Mother, all shadows—I’ll surely kill.”

Little time passed before her plan was ready.

Born of Nature herself, Elidora was both cunning and patient. The calming essence of Chamomile granted her the clarity she needed to execute her scheme perfectly.

In the dead of night, she visited a village, her sweet lullaby carried on the wind,

“Rest well, those who cry,
Sweet dreams in Mother’s eye.”

Her melody lulled tormented souls to sleep.

As the humans drifted into peaceful slumber, the demons and shadows were drawn to her voice. Enchanted, they wandered into the streets–only to lay eyes on Elidora’s glowing figure bathed in the moonlight.

Swaying like an unspoken promise of pleasure, her uncovered body moved gracefully through the night, as Chamomile’s relaxing scent fell like a mist all around them. The demons, unable to resist her melody, followed her into the barren fields beyond the village.

Each step she took, each note that fell from her luscious lips, entranced them further…

“Dream sweet as you lie,
Shadows and demons…”

At the height of their enchantment, Elidora stopped. She lifted her face to the heavens, her jugular exposed as though in invitation, smiled coyly, and whispered, 

“Die.”

With a sharp movement, Elidora lifted her arms, and the mist around her thickened into stone. The demons and shadows, their enchantment broken, looked at her in horror. They tried to flee—but it was too late. With all the might of the heavens, Elidora brought the stone crashing down, crushing them beneath it.

Where the monsters once stood, a field of Chamomile now bloomed. 

Elidora vanished like the mist she commanded.

the villagers awoke refreshed and renewed. Thanks to the cunning of Chamomile and Elidora’s righteous vengeance, Mother Nature’s creations were safe once more and the world experienced a time of great peace.

The villagers took pride in their new wildflower fields—some even claimed to have witnessed Elidora’s wrath with their own eyes.

To ward off their inner demons, they honored her each night by brewing Chamomile tea and singing her melody,

“Rest well, those who cry,
Sweet dreams in Mother’s eye.
Dream sweet as you lie,
Shadows and demons… Die.”


Until the next story unflods,

Yours in tea & tale,

~Faerie Good~