The Heart of the Wood is the magical story of Damian, who embarks on an extraordinary adventure when his elvish heritage is revealed in his encounter with his aunt, Lady Rachel. At Midwood Castle, Damian discovers the Heart of the Wood and its importance. Join Damian on this magical journey as he dives deeper into a world of magic and mystery.
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“I want to show you something exquisitely beautiful,” she said, holding open the door for Damian.
“This is my collection of dreams,” she said, pointing to bubbles near the high ceiling. Countless bubbles were floating above the room. They looked like the bubbles children blew off bubble sticks, but these glittered and glowed in bright pulsing colors.
“This room is so beautiful. I feel like I’m dreaming,” said Damian, looking above him at all the colorful bubbles. “Are all these dreams?” asked Damian, looking above him full of awe. “How do you capture them?” he asked, following an emerald green bubble with his eye as it floated across the room.
“Yes. All of these dreams are mine,” Lady Rachel said, a strange set of words, pointing her hand towards the swarm of floating bubbles. One bubble floated downwards towards her.
“Some of these dreams are made of memories from the past, while some are made up of my fancies, while the others… they show me the future,” said Lady Rachel, playfully touching the bubble floating down. It was a bright turquoise bubble.
“How do you know which is which? I mean, how do you tell the different bubbles from each other” he said, looking at the turquoise bubble hovering over lady Rachel’s outstretched hand.
“You see this bubble,” she said, pointing to the turquoise above her right hand. “This bubble has an oracular aura. That means it contains events of the future in it. “Here, touch it,” she said, gently waving her hand.
The bubble slowly floated towards Damian and hovered in front of his face.
“Now, to see what’s in it, just touch it gently, and an image will flash in your mind,” She added, “only those who have magical blood in them can see what these bubbles hold.”
Damian touched it. He saw himself, a bit older than he was now, wearing long robes and a golden circlet on his head. His father was wearing a crown studded with rubies, emeralds, diamonds, and sapphires by his side.
“Is this myself? Am I a prince? Are you sure you aren’t mistaken? I don’t think you’ve summoned the right person.
