The three little Gnomes in the Forest

 

🍄 The Three Little Gnomes in the Forest

“Keepers of the Hearth, Testers of Hearts”
A Story of Integrity, Hidden Light, and the Blessings of Right Action
As remembered through Sister Loves Divine Remembrance
Book Seven of the Sacred Fairy Tale Series

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🌲 Once upon a time, when snow still whispered secrets and trees still spoke aloud…

There lived three Gnomes in the Heartwood Forest.
They were not small because they were silly.
They were small because they had made themselves humble—
so humble, the Earth let them walk her deepest roots unseen.

They lived in a cottage grown from cedar and quartz,
lit by moss-lanterns and warmed by stories.
Each Gnome wore a cloak of a different thread:

• One of scarlet, for Truth

• One of emerald, for Discernment

• One of golden flax, for Blessing

They were not tricksters.
They were guardians—sent by the Elemental Elders
to test not cleverness, but kindness.

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❄️ One Winter, a Child Came Lost

A girl—sent away from a cruel stepmother who called her “useless”—
wandered into the forest wrapped in rags.

She had no food.
No fire.
No one.

And yet—when she stumbled upon three gnome-sized beds of pine and wool,
she covered them with care so they wouldn’t get cold.

When she found their bowls of broth, untouched and cooling,
she did not steal a drop, but whispered a blessing over each.

And when she heard the wind howl through the cracked door,
she sealed it with her shawl and sat by the hearth—
not to take warmth, but to keep it alive for others.

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🌟 The Gnomes Returned at Moonrise

They saw everything.

• The scarlet-cloaked one said:

  “She speaks truth in silence.”

• The emerald-cloaked one said:

  “She acts rightly when unseen.”

• The golden one smiled and said:

  “Let her be blessed.”

They approached her not with questions,
but with gifts.

• A cloak woven from crow’s wings and starlight, to shield her from cruelty.

• A silver branch, that would bloom only in homes filled with honesty.

• A mirror of river stone, that showed not the face, but the soul’s radiance.

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💫 And What of the Stepmother?

In time, the girl returned to the edge of the world.
But now her home grew herbs from floorboards and sang songs in the chimney.
People came not for gossip, but for guidance.

And the stepmother?

She came once—cold and sneering.
But when she looked in the mirror,
she saw only a wilted echo of the girl’s light.

She dropped her jealousy there
and never returned.

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🍃 Moral of the Sacred Tale:

The Earth does not measure wealth in gold,
but in the kindness you show when no one is watching.

The Gnomes do not guard treasures.
They guard goodness.
And they will bless anyone
who tends the fire for others before claiming it for themselves.