Elsa and the Whispering Woods. Sofya Belyaeva

      Elsa and the Whispering Woods

      Sofya Belyaeva

      Illustrations Софья Сергеевна Беляева

      © Sofya Belyaeva, 2024

      ISBN 978-5-0064-9980-5

      Created with Ridero smart publishing system

      Elsa and the Whispering Woods: Chapter 1 – The Whispering Secret

      In the heart of an enchanted forest, a remarkable friendship blossoms amidst a time of great peril. This is a story about Elsa, Sparky, and Moonbeam, three unlikely allies united by a shared purpose: to restore balance to the Whispering Woods. Through their journey, you’ll witness the strength of their bond, the power of teamwork, and the importance of believing in yourself, even when facing seemingly insurmountable challenges. Prepare to be inspired by their courage and unwavering friendship.

      The sun dappled through the leaves, painting shifting patterns on the forest floor. Eleven-year-old Elsa, with her bright red hair escaping her braid, skipped along a sunlit path, a worn leather-bound book tucked under her arm. She loved exploring the woods near her home, her nose always buried in a book or searching for interesting plants. Today, however, she felt a pull, a sense of adventure tingling in her toes, urging her deeper than she usually ventured.

      The path twisted and turned, becoming less defined, the familiar trees giving way to taller, stranger specimens. The air grew cooler, a whisper of something magical brushing against her skin. The sunlight faded, replaced by a soft, ethereal glow filtering through the leaves of trees she’d never seen before – their leaves shimmered with an iridescent sheen. This was different. This felt… enchanted.

      Suddenly, a flash of vibrant color caught her eye. Perched on a branch, no bigger than a squirrel, was a tiny dragon. Its scales shimmered with every color imaginable – ruby red, emerald green, sapphire blue, all blending and shifting like a rainbow caught in a bottle. It blinked its large, intelligent eyes at her, and a puff of warm air, smelling faintly of cinnamon and sunshine, drifted towards her.

      Elsa gasped, her book falling to the ground. This wasn’t a dragon from any story she’d ever read. This one was… adorable.

      “Hello,” Elsa whispered, her voice barely audible above the rustle of leaves.

      The tiny dragon tilted its head, a playful glint in its eye. “Well, hello there,” it replied, its voice a surprisingly melodious chirp. “I’m Sparky.”

      Elsa stared, speechless. A talking dragon? In the woods? She pinched herself, but the pinch was real, and so was the tiny dragon perched on the branch before her.

      “Are you… are you real?” Elsa finally managed to ask.

      Sparky chuckled, a sound like tiny bells jingling. “As real as the shimmering leaves on those trees,” he said, gesturing with a tiny claw towards the iridescent foliage. “This is the Whispering Woods. And I’m in a bit of a pickle.”

      Elsa’s curiosity, already piqued, intensified. “A pickle? What kind of pickle?” she asked, carefully picking up her book.

      Sparky glanced nervously around. “There’s a shadow spreading through the woods,” he whispered, his voice dropping to a hushed tone. “It’s stealing the magic, making everything… dull.”

      He looked even smaller, his bright scales seeming to dim slightly. Before Elsa could respond, a soft chime echoed through the trees. A creature of pure white, with a coat as soft as moonlight and a horn that glowed with a gentle inner light, emerged from the shadows. A unicorn.

      This was more than just a walk in the woods. This was the beginning of an adventure.

      Chapter 2 – Moonbeam’s Warning

      A creature of pure white, with a coat as soft as moonlight and a horn that glowed with a gentle inner light, emerged from the shadows. A unicorn. Elsa gasped, dropping her book a second time. This was even more unbelievable than the tiny, talking dragon.

      The unicorn approached slowly, its large, gentle eyes fixed on Elsa. Its hooves barely made a sound on the soft earth. “Greetings,” it said, its voice like the tinkling of ice crystals. “I am Moonbeam.”

      Sparky, still perched on his branch, chirped nervously. “Moonbeam knows what’s happening,” he whispered.

      Moonbeam nodded, her horn pulsing with a soft, ethereal glow. “A shadow has fallen upon the Whispering Woods,” she said, her voice filled with a deep sadness. “It’s stealing the magic, draining the life from the forest.”

      Elsa felt a chill despite the warmth of Sparky’s breath. “Stealing the magic?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “What kind of shadow?”

      “It’s not a shadow you can see with your eyes,” Moonbeam explained patiently. “It’s a corruption, a sickness that festers in the heart of the woods. It withers the flowers, silences the birdsong, and makes the very air feel heavy and still.”

      She pointed her horn towards a patch of vibrant flowers, once a riot of color. Now, their petals were drooping, their colours dulled to a sickly grey. Elsa noticed the same lifelessness in the surrounding ferns and moss. The vibrant energy she had felt upon entering the woods was fading, replaced by a strange, unsettling stillness.

      “What can we do?” Elsa asked, her voice filled with a mix of fear and determination.

      Sparky, emboldened by Moonbeam’s presence, landed on Elsa’s shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he chirped. “We’ll help you.”

      Elsa, despite a flutter of nervousness in her stomach, felt a surge of courage. She might be just a girl with a book, but with a talking dragon and a magical unicorn at her side, she was ready to face whatever lay ahead. Together, they began their journey to find the Old Man Willow, their steps echoing softly through the increasingly silent woods. The adventure had truly begun.

      Chapter 3 – The Grumpy Badger’s Riddle (Continued)

      The path behind the waterfall was barely more than a faint impression in the mossy earth, barely visible beneath the constant spray. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and ancient magic, a stark contrast to the sickly sweetness that permeated the rest of the forest. The constant roar of the waterfall was almost deafening, making it difficult to hear anything else.

      Sparky clung tightly to Elsa’s shoulder, his usually vibrant scales dulled by the dampness. Moonbeam, however, seemed unaffected, her horn glowing brighter as they navigated the slippery rocks and treacherous roots. She occasionally paused, her head tilted, listening intently to the whispers of the wind rustling through the leaves.

      “He said tread carefully,” Sparky whispered, his voice barely audible above the roar of the water. “I don’t like this. It feels… wrong.”

      Elsa felt a prickle of unease. The path twisted and turned unpredictably, seemingly leading them in circles. Giant ferns, their fronds taller than Elsa herself, loomed like shadowy figures, their surfaces slick with moisture. The silence, broken only by the waterfall, felt oppressive, heavy with a sense of unseen eyes watching them.

      Suddenly, Moonbeam stopped, her horn pulsing rapidly. “There,” she whispered, pointing towards a cluster of luminous fungi growing on a gnarled tree trunk. “The path continues beyond the glowing mushrooms. But be warned – mischievous sprites reside there, and they delight in tricking travelers.”

      As they approached the fungi, tiny, shimmering figures flitted into view. They resembled miniature humanoids, with wings of iridescent gossamer and eyes that sparkled with mischief. They giggled and chattered amongst themselves, darting around Elsa, Sparky, and Moonbeam, their laughter echoing in the damp air. One sprite attempted to lead Elsa down a false path, giggling when she resisted.

      Sparky puffed a small, warm gust of air at the sprite, and it screeched before disappearing into the shadows. Moonbeam’s horn emitted a soft, calming glow, helping to soothe the sprites and guide them to the real continuation of the path.