Willow's Wilderness

Ickle read Willow diaries here. Willow have story wrong. Need tell right story.

Ickle will meet Willow face to face. Soon.

Yes. Let's meet face to face.

The Magical Forest

On seeing Toadstools message, I teleported out of the studio... and ended up here?

A place familiar to me, a place I used to feel safe...

But it was as in my dreams, silent... still...

Eerie...

A forest that was once abundant in magical creatures.... now empty. Even the trees were silent.

The trees were still full of magic. But their spirit was gone, they were lifeless, just existing....

As I wandered around, remembering some of the places I had come to as a child, and later as a woman

The dark magical creatures were gone...

The intelligent....

The dark creatures that sucked away colour wherever they wandered...

The monsters...

The unicorns and fairies...

The graceful Moon fish

I used to stand and watch them, and even have conversations with them for hours.

I was naked then, there were no such things as clothes. I can't remember what I looked like, but can imagine not much different as I was now?



I used to play with the Gryfauns... and dance and chase them all day.

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Huh?
The visions vanished...

There was a sound behind me.

Something was in the bushes. I would have been excited if this was the past, as I was friends with all creatures back then. But this one....

I felt dread....

"Willow"...

Unlike all other magical creatures in this forest, I had one advantage.

and I teleported out of there....

Yea, i don't think brownies would have lasted long in that forest! Even before whatever it is that resides there now.

As for the Wendigo's, I think Willow has a protector that even they fear....? or had??????

This plot is thickening quite nicely (y) (Wonder if any Eye of Newt was used :) )

Next installment, "The Cabin" coming soon.

Cripes, i think i will stick to Pantomimes

The Cabin

I arrived at a small cabin in the middle of nowhere.

I glanced back, looking for any tell tale signs that the creature from the Magical forest hadn't followed me. All seemed quiet.

I headed for the cabin watching for traps, the occupant operated outside the law, so he was careful. My elf eyes could see somewhat at night, and from what I could make out all seemed clear.

Another check before I stepped on the porch. I know the occupant would already know I'm here. The cabin might look deserted, but he wasn't human so didn't need lights or heating like we do. I was checking for police or other authorities, they probably kept an eye on this character. But there was nothing, jut the few small creatures that scuttled about on the forest floor.

An owl watched nearby.

The porch creaked rather loudly as I stepped on it, silencing the forest night chorus for a brief moment.

I magically made the cash he needed appear in my hand, a neat trick that would have delighted others, but he just opened a claw hand for me to put the cash in. He handed me a package.

I left with a huge smile on my face.

This was just what I wanted to help defeat Toadstool. I had asked for it months ago, but this particular kind are so rare it took this long for him to get one. It seems people don't part with them, unless they die. So someone, somewhere died for me to be able to get this. Hopefully not because... don't think about it.....
Not just any wand. It was made of ground Dragon Scales mixed with fairy blood. The combination not entirely legal, but the power of wands such as these is up there with the Elder Wand.

I could feel the power pulsation through my arm and through the wand. The results...

Of course I doused the fire before teleporting home, stinking like burned firewood. I had a shower and changed cloths.

I saw the post by my rival the next day, the threat of a face to face meeting.

I was ready!

What do you mean, 'Oops', Willow? That was impressive! Given wings and training, you would make a good Death Angel yourself (y)

Hi Willow, great to see you wielding that wand with such glee :D It comes naturally to elves of course, but even instinctive ability takes time to nurture. You seem ready now, though, so good luck in your quest :thumbs:

Yeah, that wand's almost as good as a killsat; time for that toadstool creep to meet his maker

How do you mean you don't have much time left?
Thats scary talk right there....

To the LT clan, please don't encourage her! I don't want my bungalow burnt down! I don't want to see her hurt either!

Sorry about that Story; we're on a Quest to Save the Cosmos and get a bit carried away sometimes ROFL

Thank You Sara. I am a lot more powerful now so should be OK. Thanks for thinking about me though

There's a scratching sound....

That's probably Mr Tex, he is complaining that his sweatshirts have bobbles and are itchy!

Is it perhaps the Toadstool creep trying to escape the pit of sharks / vat of acid / den of Australian spiders that you locked him in?

I have no idea what Willow is up too with this... ?

Scratch Scratch!


I have torn this place apart looking for what is causing it.

It began mid December, before Christmas.

Rey spends a lot of time in this room, and it was she whom first heard it...

She wasn't sure what to make of it at first, but Rey is very inquisitive....

No body told me of these scratching noises. Have we got mice then?

Hiya,

It's not that naughty Ickle is it?

He deserves a big spank! :)

Lots of love from Miss K,

XOXO

Didn't we establish that this Toadstool character doesn't exist and that the account is just a hoax by one of the members trying to be funny?

Gawd, I can't keep up?