The party

Placing the final lantern against the twisted, ancient oak, he turned and appreciated his work. The night that was relished and cherished by all folk who lived in and around the mystical wood of Myr was here again. Surely this year would be a success. Surely the elves, fairies, dwarves and nightlillies would all turn up on time and enjoy a night of fun and festivities.




He could do no more now except sound the Horn of Anelina to signal the beginning of the party. Reaching down he suddenly froze! Reaching down he realised the space where the horn should be was empty. Then he spotted the note… To be continued.