Folksburywoods Story Blog

Griselda, the forest guardian, met Hendrik’s group at the portal. “Ho Wood Witch, I have come to open the door and end Mörken’s threat to us forever,” said the wizard.

“Avalon’s grand wizard finally decides to step into the fray. This should be interesting indeed,” chided the old witch.

Franny and Fern presented Griselda with the required materials for the incantation. “Once I cast the spell, it will be up to you, Hendrick, to counter any traps set by the Elementals,” cautioned the guardian.

“Understood,” remarked the wizard.

With the moment at hand, the Wood Witch spoke the spell and opened the door. A blast of light hit the party, throwing Izba head over heels. Fern was temporarily blinded while Franny’s hat saved her sight and allowed her to grab the cat.

“I wasn’t expecting that,” muttered Griselda.

“It would have turned us to ashes had I not cast a deflection spell in time,” said Hendrik.

The portal’s door swung open. “Greetings, guardian. Fear not; your need is real and will be addressed immediately,” said a voice.

“Thank the Gods. I thought the Elementals were bringing the hammer down on us for opening the door,” said the Wise Woman.

Four spheres of brightly colored light moved through the door and vanished without a trace. “Shouldn’t be long now. Their power is enormous,” remarked Griselda.

Moments later, the four reappeared before the group. “It is done. The one you call Mörken exists no more, and his associates have all been wiped clean from all realms. Our work is complete. Guardian, you have done your duties well. Do you wish to return to your homeland?” asked the voice.

“I thank you, Metronome, for your offer, but this realm is my home now, and I will die here among friends,” replied Griselda.

“Very well, peace to you all,” said the voice, and then the spheres moved through the portal door, which sealed behind them.

“You gave up eternity for us,” asked Izba.

“Yes, I would miss your miserable company, you old fleabag,” said Griselda with a wry smile.

Fern bowed low and, holding back tears, offered her most profound thanks to the guardian.

“Usala, I expect a touch of your homemade tonic now and then for my troubles,” said the Wood Witch.

“Undoubtedly,” replied the Wise Woman.

Each one thanked the other for their help, and the party slowly wandered off to their homes to prepare for the business of living an ordinary life.

The forest was safe, for now, but would it always be?