The Magical Land- Children Series

The Land of the Faerie

"Oh," groaned Mr.Goat "My head"

"Where am I?" asked Mr. Wolf, shaking his shaggy head

"Wake up, gentleman. It's morning here in the Land
of the Faerie and we do not want to be caught unawares
in a place such a this," said Mr. Owl sitting atop a
tree of leaves the color of sunshine.

"The Land of the Faeries!" said the wolf, looking
around himself. He walked to the nearby stream and
looked at the water. He gasped in recognition as he
peered at pair of familiar tawny eyes.

He couldn't believe it. It was his face instead of
a wolf. A young man stared back at him. It was his
true self. The magical powers of the strange land
had shown him the face of the man he could be.

The wolf looked at the flowers. Not two were
alike, instead their soft iridescent petals were
shiny in the sun. Pearly blue the stream bubbled by
into the hills. The grass sung in the breeze.


It had been so many years since he remembered what
he truly looked like that he began to think he had
always been a wolf.

"Why am I a wolf? I was a young lad once." he looked
back at Mr. Owl and Mr. Goat in turn.

"Calm down, Wolf. It won't do getting upset. Do you
remember ever reading from a book familiar to this
one?" a reassuring Mr. Goat gestured nodding towards
the bulk on his side.

Mr. Wolf approached the goat and looked at the book
cover. His eyes widened as he flinched back.


"Why, yes! My Father, King Nahum of the Kingdom of
Wolfnest, bought it from a peddler on his
way back from the sea. I remember reading the book by
the fire one night and the next day I woke up in the
forest.


"It was a rainy night. I was scared of the thunder.
I started running when I saw the wolves crowding
around me. I started calling for Dad, but to my
surprise, the only sounds coming out from me were the
yelps of a pup. I fell down a ravine and on to the
stream. The face I saw as my reflection was that of
a young wolf pup! I never knew what happened to my
Dad."

"Yes. That's mainly our story, too, your
Majesty. That's why it is important that we deliver
this book to the Faeries. They alone hold the power
to reverse the spell that was casted upon us all."
reflected the owl. On his wing a pretty butterfly
turned into a rose. He chuckled.

"Let us begin our journey, old friend." feeling
much better, Mr. Goat smiled as the rose turned into a
butterfly again and flew away. "We must ask for
directions or we are bound to get lost. Time is
agaisnt us." He peered at the rosy skies.

In the distance, thunder rolled out of the purple
clouds, the promise of evil not too far.

"What do you say? Are you with us, your Majesty?"
asked Mr. Owl

"As Prince of the Wolfnest, you have my word." He
bowed

The three of them walked side by side down the
flower covered trail. The butterflies escorted them
as they made their way to the Palace of the Faeries.

Out of eyesight a small pixie flew and settled on
a small mushroom. She rested her little head on her
knees as she watched the foreigners in the distance.

"Hmmn. I don't know Mr. Apple Tree. They seem to be
bringing plenty of trouble to the Kingdom. Perhaps the
Faeries already know about them. I'm going to follow
them awhile to make sure they don't get lost in the
forest."

"Be careful, Sugar Plum." said Mr. Apple Tree.
"Your Mom won't like you talking to strangers. Make
sure you return home before nightfall!" he called out
just as she took flight,leaving a trail of pixie dust
behind.