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human child, Ambrosia, needs our
protection.”
    “A human in the Mystical Forest can only be
trouble,” Raz, the elder of the elves said. Raz's big expressive
eyes showed his wariness as he shoved his hat back from his face.
It came to rest just behind his pointed ears. His long blonde hair
stuck out from under it.
    “She is but a child, Raz, a child who has
suffered much pain in her short life. I will not send her back into
a world where she will not be safe.”
    “If Mirabella says we must help this child
then that is what we must do. We must remember not so long ago it
was a troll, our mortal enemy, who saved our kind from
destruction,” Bean said.
    “Where is Rom?” Mirabella asked.
    “He went to Lilly Peak to gather some Lilly
dust for me,” Serena the pixie said, giggling, as pixies will
do.
    “Ambrosia's heart is pure and full of pain.
This is the only home she knows.”
    “How can she feel this is home when she just
got here?” Ellie the wood sprite asked confused by Mirabella's
statement. Ellie sat upon her mushroom home her long brown hair
shone in the sunshine. Her skin was pale and her features delicate.
Ellie's dazzling colored wings twitched nervously.
    “Ambrosia brought something with her from the
human world.”
    “What?” Bean asked.
    “A book, a book entitled Majik the Black
Unicorn .”
    Everyone fell silent. Mirabella let the news
sink in before saying, “It was written by a writer named Tammy
Marie Rose from a place Ambrosia calls West Virginia. The book is
about our battle with the trolls.”
    “How? How could there be a book about the
Mystical Forest, when no one knows that we exist? This is not
possible ... just not possible.” Raz said, his voice reflecting his
fear.
    “I wish that I could answer that question. I
wish that I could calm your fears, but the truth is I do not have
all the answers and I fear danger may be lurking in the not so
distant future.”
    “What danger?” Ellie asked.
    “In the human world Ambrosia was in a home
where she was not loved as a child should be. Her mother has passed
into the world beyond and her father was out of control with rage.
He hurt her. I sense that as angry as he is this man will not let
Ambrosia go so easily. For some reason I sense he has a great need
for her, but this need has nothing to do with the love a father
should have for a child.”
    Raz was about to speak, but the sight of
Ambrosia coming out of the grove silenced him. They all watched her
approach. Her pale skin seemed to glow in the sunlight and her
brown hair was lifted gently by the morning breeze.
    Ambrosia stopped several feet from them and
smiled.
    “Come, Ambrosia, come sit here with me,”
Mirabella said gently.
    Ambrosia sat down on the cool ground.
Mirabella fluttered up and landed softly on her leg. “Ambrosia this
is ...” she began, but Ambrosia cut her off.
    “You are Bean, the gnomes elder. You have 21
grandchildren, 19 great grandchildren, 10 great, great
grandchildren, 5 great, great, great grandchildren and 3 great,
great, great, great grandchildren,” she said with a giggle. “You
love apples and are pure of heart.”
    “I am my dear and I do. It is a pleasure to
meet you.” Bean removed his hat placing it beneath his snow-white
beard and bowed.
    Ambrosia's excitement lightened his
heart.
    Ambrosia looked around her. “You are Serena,
and you are Ellie and Raz ....” Ambrosia went on and on until she
had named every magical face before her.
    The Mystical Forests inhabitants still had
many questions, but this child had already won over each and every
one of them with her smile.
    * * * *
    As the sun rose the next morning, Rom went to
work building Ambrosia a shelter. Fancy the fairy set about making
her clothes. Fairies are noted spinners and they weave and spin
their own clothes. Basil and Ogre quadrupled their recipes to
ensure she got enough nourishment. The entire village, without
further questions, had adopted this child.
    While Rom built