The time has come for Callon to prove he is a leader among all the elves. He is tired of being seen by everyone as just another mischievous young elf.
When he visits the Circular Wood he encounters many challenges and a few surprises. Tiki, the king of Silver Fish becomes a new friend who teaches him the importance of paying attention.
Callon discovers the Circular Wood has been ruled by evil fairies for a long time. The little elf is faced with a challenge to restore the woodland to its former beauty. It all starts to feel impossible particularly when a bad fairy uses her magic powers to try and stop him.
A lively read suitable for children from six to ten years old.
This wild and mystical place contains treasures shared in its stories, water and wonder. Early one morning the sun had begun its ascent to greet a new dawn where leaves and acorns carpeted the forest floor.
‘We are of time and before time,’ sang the soft breeze rustling through the autumn leaves.
‘We are the tears of sorrows,’ whispered dewdrops descending pitter-patter to the sodden forest floor.
‘We are the last of the nightly wonders,’ the broken frost-encrusted webs said softly as they dangled from the bare boughs.
‘We bring the joy of new beginning,’ said the autumn crocus opening its petals to meet the rays of sun.
‘Well, in the name of leaping fish, what a sorrowful lot you are on this lovely morning. Anyone might think you’re rooted to the forest floor and had no choice but to stay here forever,’ Callon the elf shouted as he approached the wise oak trees of an ancient forest.
Having second thoughts he added, ‘Leaping toadstools on Jupiter and Mars, you do have to stay but I don’t. I am about to set off on a journey to find something which will be more fun than this boring place. You lot can hang around here and wait until I come back to tell you of all the things in our wonderful world you will never be able to see.’
‘Little pest,’ said the willow.
‘He’s a brat,’ said the oak.
‘A nuisance,’ added the webs, before finally:
‘Little more than a pea brain,’ ranted the dewdrops.
‘Some day,’ said the oldest and wisest gnarled oak tree, ‘we will get our revenge on that little elf.’
The ancient forest watched Callon step out with purpose, until he disappeared from view over the distant brow of a hill.