Lilylight

By Linda Wakefield

Eleven year old Rosie lives with her family and pet dog Toby along Brambles Lane, in the village of Woodbury. She forms a friendship with a tree fairy, who has lost her way. Lily first appears to Rosie as a sparkling light, who is able to communicate with her. Lily comes in contact with a community of Tree Fairies, living in a village at the top of an Ancient Oak Tree outside Rosie's home. But the fairies lives are threatened, when the tree is infected with a disease. Rosie and Lily try to save the fairies , by making a model village in Rosie’s bedroom as temporary accommodation . In doing so they encounter Wanda, a wicked witch, intent on taking over the fairy village. In assisting the fairies, Rosie is given powers enabling her to reduce in size and become invisible to humans. When Lily is captured by the witch, Rosie comes to the rescue with the help of Sneaky the spider. In order to regain the fairy village, Rosie and Lily fly off in a chariot pulled by a dragonfly to the land of the Thistle, to seek the help of the magical horses and Silvous the unicorn. During their quest they rescue Jamie Mc Donald, a little fawn, who guides them through a forest of swarming bees, to the enchanted waterfall. Ending in a battle between witches and fairies, with the help of animal friends. The story contains enchantment , intrigue, and is full of humour.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Aug 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798823084024

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© 2023 Linda Wakefield. All rights reserved.

No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

Published by AuthorHouse  08/16/2023

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8401-7 (sc)

ISBN: 979-8-8230-8402-4 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023913767

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Contents

Acknowledgments

Dedication

Chapter 1     The Mysterious Light

Chapter 2     The Hidden Village

Chapter 3     The Secret Plan

Chapter 4     Meeting The Queen

Chapter 5     Panic In The Crowd

Chapter 6     Wanda Causes Trouble

Chapter 7     The Witch’s Hideaway

Chapter 8     Evacuation Chaos

Chapter 9     Rosie’s Precious Gift

Chapter 10   Wanda’s Cunning Plot

Chapter 11   Life In Roseville

Chapter 12   The Spell is Cast

Chapter 13   The Dangerous Journey

Chapter 14   The Magical Waterfall

Chapter 15   The Witches’ Party

Chapter 16   War With The Witches

Chapter 17   Celebrations’

Acknowledgments

I wish to thank my husband Terry for his help and support in the writing of this book. Also my daughter Debra Grant and friends Gaynor and Jerry Ashworth for their encouragement, and to express my thanks to Sian Taylor and Catherine Norman for reading the manuscript and giving me their comments and feedback.

My thanks also to Melanie Lear of AuthorHouse for facilitating the publishing of this book.

Dedication

To all the children in Ukraine

CHAPTER ONE

The Mysterious Light

‘H urry up Jack,’ shouted Rosie.

The shop door flew open, a smell of freshly baked bread and cakes filled Woodbury High Street. Birds Bakery had been in her dad’s family for many years. Tom Bird was carrying on the family tradition as a master baker.

‘Come in,’ called the shop assistant, a stout lady, wearing a white apron over her dress, who quickly closed the door behind them.

‘Thanks Mrs. Hughes, it’s windy out there,’ replied eleven year old Rosie pushing her long blonde hair out of her eyes.

‘Hello kids.’ A tall dark haired man, with a round red face and a beaming smile, peered from behind a stack of bread on the counter.

Hi Dad ‘said Jack, who had the same dark brown hair to go with his cheeky grin.’ Mum has sent us to pick up some pies for tea.’

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Dad handed Rosie a brown paper bag from behind the counter.

‘Be careful, there are some cream cakes inside,’ he said looking anxious.

After waving goodbye, the pair set off along Brambles Lane in the direction of number 5.

Jack was running alongside his sister.

‘Ouch!!’ screeched Rosie, ‘you’ve splashed water all over my feet.’

‘I ran into a puddle because you’re walking too fast,’ explained Jack, who at nine years old was almost as tall as his sister.

Slowing down Rosie looked towards the old Oak Tree outside their house. ‘What’s that shining between the branches?’ she asked.

‘I can’t see anything,’ answered Jack, who was walking down the garden path.

The deep blue front door opened and out ran Toby their black and white spaniel. His long floppy ears were waving about, while his tail was wagging like a windscreen wiper. Jumping up, he knocked the bag out of Rosie’s hand.

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‘Oh no Toby!!’ she yelled, rescuing a cream cake.

‘Come on it’s going to rain in a minute,’ called Mum just as a blob of cream came flying towards her, landing on her pink top.

‘Get down Toby ’ she shouted.

Pushing back her blonde hair, she took a tissue out of the pocket of her jeans and wiped it off.

Rosie put the bag down on the hall table just as Toby rushed towards her, his nose twitching from the smell of the pies and cakes.

‘Come on Toby’ said Jack,’ you can have a piece of pie later.’

Mum closed the door before picking up the bag and taking it to the safety of the fridge.

‘There’s that light again by the tree,’ said Rosie looking through the window, but no one heard her.

Feeling tired after her busy day, Rosie went to bed that night and fell into a deep sleep.

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The next morning she rushed down to breakfast full of excitement, eager to tell Mum and Jack about her dream. Dad had gone to the shop early to bake extra bread because they were always busy at the weekend.

‘I was playing with my sister. Although we looked alike, her hair was slightly darker than mine,’ explained Rosie.

‘That was a nice dream’ said Mum, thinking of her own childhood growing up with her twin sister Kate.

‘Don’t you like having a brother like me?’ asked Jack whilst munching on his toast.

‘It’s just that it would be nice to have a sister as well as you’ she replied.

‘That’s alright then’ said Jack, with a smile returning to his face.

Rosie finished her breakfast. ‘I think I’ll sit under the Oak tree and draw,’ she said looking around for her felt tip pens and drawing book.

‘I’m going to play football with Alfie next door,’ said Jack making a quick exit towards the door.

‘We are going to have a quiet day,’ muttered Mum feeling nicely relaxed. She wasn’t needed in the shop so much now that Mrs. Hughes was helping out. Just then Toby rushed up and took a piece of leftover toast from her hand. Smiling, she patted him on his head. He scurried back to his basket holding it like a prize possession, until he’d eaten every bit.

Settling down underneath her favourite tree, Rosie decided to draw it’s sweeping branches.

‘Rosie, Rosie,’ a voice called from inside the tree.

Looking up Rosie couldn’t see anyone. I must have been mistaken she thought, and carried on drawing.

All of a sudden a twinkling light appeared in front of her.

‘It’s me calling you’ said the light, ‘don’t be afraid. I’ve been trying to attract your attention.’

Startled, Rosie dropped her pen, the drawing book slid to the ground as her fingers went numb.

She stared in amazement at the bright light. Her throat went dry, and she could hardly speak until finally she whispered, ‘I can’t believe that I’m talking to a ball of light.’

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It started flying towards her.

‘I need to speak to you,’ said a voice coming from its centre.

Rosie felt dizzy and began to shake with fear. She swiftly got up and ran without looking back, straight down the path into the house, almost falling over Toby’s ball on the stairs. Inside her bedroom she finally felt safe.

Closing the door she jumped into bed, pulling the duvet over her head.

Hearing the noise, Mum came into the room. ‘Are you alright?’ she asked, while she sat down on the bed alongside Rosie.

Rosie looked up from under the covers.

‘You look as if you’ve seen a ghost’ said Mum.

‘There’s a light in the tree and it wants to talk to me’ replied Rosie. With a reassuring smile, Mum put her arms round her.

‘Don’t be silly, it’s just your imagination playing tricks on you. You’ve always been a dreamer. Take Toby for a walk with Jack and you will feel much better,’ she said giving her a loving hug. They