[Anne]

The two dwarf’s and the pixie all stood before what was left of the Giants Wall; it seemed that perhaps Rorig might know something, after all he seemed to find the wall with very little effort. The light had almost gone as the trio examined the work of mason’s long since dead there wasn’t going to be much they could do now other than to sleep on the happenings of the day and start afresh in the morning.


The suns rose bright in the autumn sky, a cold chill tinged the air of what appeared to be a brightening full of promise. The meadow ran on for miles off in one direction whilst in the other lay the famous Dolwoods and the remnants of a wall. The leaves on the trees were ablaze with color; red’s yellow, rusty browns not to mention the still vibrant green of those not yet beginning to turn.

Geordie came awake with a start. Somewhere close by there seemed to be a battle going on; if that were case he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He could hear the sounds of shouting close by but nowhere could he see the source of the noise, he could hear the sounds of arrow’s flying through the air. This was no place for a tiny pixie to be….