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Authors: Jamie Rowboat
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creaked open and he emerged on the other side, a squadron of huge black and white butterflies swarmed up in front of him.
The towering karri trees of the valley stood before him, their silver skins shining like bright armour. Their leaves sparkled as they twisted in the breeze and the birds danced in their uppermost branches, showering each other with the droplets of dew that were being shaken free. Shamir joined Charlie at the gate and they had only gone two steps when Gulliver came charging around the corner to greet them. The great, golden dog leapt up at them in a fit of enthusiasm, bowling them both over into a heap on the ground.
"Are you all right, Charlie? I'm afraid your presence has made him far too excited," said Shamir, grabbing the dog in a playful embrace.
"I'm fine, I think I'm a bit over stimulated myself. This whole experience is just too wild for me to get my head around. This place is so beautiful, I just keep thinking I'm suddenly going to wake up in my bed," answered Charlie.
"Would you prefer to stay at the cottage a little longer?" asked Shamir, brushing himself off.
"No, I'm finding the movement good and if I get tired, we can always go back," replied Charlie.
"Okay then, lead on, I am in your hands," said Shamir, with a smile.
"Then we're both in trouble," said Charlie, laughing.
They followed the path through the trees for quite some time, but then, as Charlie watched a particularly beautiful aerial display by a rainbow parrot, he saw something else moving in the top of one of the other trees. It looked like a human figure darting across from one branch to another.
"What's that?" he asked, turning to Shamir.
"It's an elf," said Shamir, seeing no sense in lying.
"A what?" said Charlie, slightly bemused.
"An elf, like in a fantasy story."
"You mean they're real?"
"Uh huh, I do," replied Shamir.
"WHOA," said Charlie, craning his neck to get a better look. Shamir laughed, relieved at Charlie's relaxed manner, but this soon turned to concern, as he saw the young man stagger slightly as he took a step forward.
"Are you okay?" asked Shamir, moving towards him.
"I'm not sure, I'm suddenly feeling strange in my head," and that was all he said before crumpling in a heap in the middle of the path. The young elf who had been spotted in the tree, jumped down in front of Shamir and knelt gently by Charlie.
"I'm so sorry, I've ruined everything," he said, with tears filling his eyes.
"Don't worry, Jacques, it's not your fault," said Shamir, touching the young elf on the shoulder.
"He's just fainted, it's nothing to be alarmed about, he was bound to see one of you eventually. Don't blame yourself, there's no need. We'll get him back to the cottage and he'll be fine," he reassured the young elf.
A group of four elves carried Charlie gently back along the path. Although Shamir had been confident with Jacques, he felt sick to the stomach at the repetition of events. He just hoped
the link with the valley was strong enough in Charlie's heart.
Shamir left two young elves to look after Charlie, so he could visit Kanook. He was sure his guest would now be asleep for quite a while, but he left strict instructions to be contacted if he showed any signs of waking up. Shamir strode off down the path and quickly made his way towards the village of Eliantash.
There were five elfin tribes living in the valley and, after so many years of being there, they had all become linked through marriage. Each tribe had its own village, but Eliantash was the centre of the valley community. It was the original settlement, established by the first group of elves at the beginning of the valley's history and it housed the high council chambers. Kanook, the elder of the first tribe, lived there in a house built in the largest of all of the beech trees. His family was the oldest and most powerful of the elfin families, both in the valley and in the outside world. The finely-sculptured buildings of Eliantash stretched between
The towering karri trees of the valley stood before him, their silver skins shining like bright armour. Their leaves sparkled as they twisted in the breeze and the birds danced in their uppermost branches, showering each other with the droplets of dew that were being shaken free. Shamir joined Charlie at the gate and they had only gone two steps when Gulliver came charging around the corner to greet them. The great, golden dog leapt up at them in a fit of enthusiasm, bowling them both over into a heap on the ground.
"Are you all right, Charlie? I'm afraid your presence has made him far too excited," said Shamir, grabbing the dog in a playful embrace.
"I'm fine, I think I'm a bit over stimulated myself. This whole experience is just too wild for me to get my head around. This place is so beautiful, I just keep thinking I'm suddenly going to wake up in my bed," answered Charlie.
"Would you prefer to stay at the cottage a little longer?" asked Shamir, brushing himself off.
"No, I'm finding the movement good and if I get tired, we can always go back," replied Charlie.
"Okay then, lead on, I am in your hands," said Shamir, with a smile.
"Then we're both in trouble," said Charlie, laughing.
They followed the path through the trees for quite some time, but then, as Charlie watched a particularly beautiful aerial display by a rainbow parrot, he saw something else moving in the top of one of the other trees. It looked like a human figure darting across from one branch to another.
"What's that?" he asked, turning to Shamir.
"It's an elf," said Shamir, seeing no sense in lying.
"A what?" said Charlie, slightly bemused.
"An elf, like in a fantasy story."
"You mean they're real?"
"Uh huh, I do," replied Shamir.
"WHOA," said Charlie, craning his neck to get a better look. Shamir laughed, relieved at Charlie's relaxed manner, but this soon turned to concern, as he saw the young man stagger slightly as he took a step forward.
"Are you okay?" asked Shamir, moving towards him.
"I'm not sure, I'm suddenly feeling strange in my head," and that was all he said before crumpling in a heap in the middle of the path. The young elf who had been spotted in the tree, jumped down in front of Shamir and knelt gently by Charlie.
"I'm so sorry, I've ruined everything," he said, with tears filling his eyes.
"Don't worry, Jacques, it's not your fault," said Shamir, touching the young elf on the shoulder.
"He's just fainted, it's nothing to be alarmed about, he was bound to see one of you eventually. Don't blame yourself, there's no need. We'll get him back to the cottage and he'll be fine," he reassured the young elf.
A group of four elves carried Charlie gently back along the path. Although Shamir had been confident with Jacques, he felt sick to the stomach at the repetition of events. He just hoped
the link with the valley was strong enough in Charlie's heart.
Shamir left two young elves to look after Charlie, so he could visit Kanook. He was sure his guest would now be asleep for quite a while, but he left strict instructions to be contacted if he showed any signs of waking up. Shamir strode off down the path and quickly made his way towards the village of Eliantash.
There were five elfin tribes living in the valley and, after so many years of being there, they had all become linked through marriage. Each tribe had its own village, but Eliantash was the centre of the valley community. It was the original settlement, established by the first group of elves at the beginning of the valley's history and it housed the high council chambers. Kanook, the elder of the first tribe, lived there in a house built in the largest of all of the beech trees. His family was the oldest and most powerful of the elfin families, both in the valley and in the outside world. The finely-sculptured buildings of Eliantash stretched between
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