Mother of a Ghost-Child.---ProloguePROLOGUEI was sitting in my small amp in Bryarvayle Wood. I had just decided to go to sleep. So I stoked the fire and lied down on my bedroll. When the moon was high in the sky, and I was sound asleep, I heard and eerie, bonechilling voice of a little girl."Mummy?" she called, "Mummy, is that you? I can't see... It is so dark!"I peered into her milky eyes, and my heart ached with sympathy."I am not your mummy, little one...""WIll you help me find my mummy?" She asked me. Her voice sounded so sad and worried... At that moment I knew I was in for quite the adventure.
My WorldSylvans sing with a dancing crow,In a world you do not know.Flowers bloom and cardinals sing,All hail the king!Gnomes and faeries have their fun,Dancing with the setting sun.Forest creatures come to play,At the end of every day.