Publisher's Synopsis
The Secrets of Craghallon
In the hidden Leprechaun village of Craghallon, all was not as it should be. Normally nestled safely within the Enchanted Forest, shielded by Helga the Dragon's protective magic and the clever spells of the Leprechaun Queen, the village was starting to feel uneasy. Mick O'Mally, the clever cart maker with twinkling green eyes and a bushy red beard, had spotted something odd on the outskirts of the woods: human footprints. Big ones, far too big to be from any creature of magic. He rushed to the grand tree where the Leprechaun Queen resided. Her emerald eyes glinted with concern as Mick explained. "This is more than a passing human hiker," Mick said. "It's like the forest is letting them in somehow." The Queen nodded gravely. "Mick, gather Helga the Dragon and Layla the Fairy. Venture into the Whispering Woods. Find out what has disturbed our home's magic. And be careful-the woods have grown strange of late." Mick wasted no time. He ran to Helga, whose emerald-green scales sparkled in the sun, and explained the mission. "Come on, Helga," he said. "We need your strength." "And your wings," added Layla, fluttering down from a nearby blossom, her iridescent wings catching the light. "The Whispering Woods have been acting peculiar-trees muttering, streams flowing backwards. Something magical is afoot." Together, the trio set off. The Whispering Woods, always a place of wonder, now seemed eerie. The gnarled trees appeared to turn their amber-glowing eyes toward them, and faint whispers floated on the breeze. Mick felt a shiver run down his spine. "The trees are trying to tell us something," Layla said, tilting her head as if to hear better. "But their words are jumbled." Helga's golden eyes scanned the woods. "This way," she said, her tail swishing. "Something feels...off." They followed Helga until they reached a clearing where the air shimmered unnaturally. Suddenly, out of the trees stepped a sleek unicorn with a pearly white coat and a glowing golden horn. It was Sasha, an old acquaintance of Craghallon. "Sasha! What are you doing here?" Mick asked, surprised. "You don't usually wander this far." Sasha's deep blue eyes looked troubled. "I came to warn you. There's a sorcerer's curse unraveling the magic of this forest. It's making your village easier to see." Layla gasped. "The sorcerer? But why?" "I don't know his full plan," Sasha admitted. "But I've seen his shadowy minions spreading magical ripples-disturbances that pull at the edges of your spells." Mick frowned. "We'll have to stop this curse. Do you know where the sorcerer is hiding?" Sasha shook her silver mane. "Not yet. But I'll help you track him. We must move quickly." Just then, a low, ominous rustling filled the clearing. Shadows began to gather, forming dark, wraith-like figures with glowing red eyes. The sorcerer's minions had found them.
