The Land of Grimney - The Illustrated Adventures of Cora Pearl, aged 12

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

*eve naive dangles her feet as she sits in the beams looking a little dishevelled with mud smearing her cheeks and nose*

Hellooooo dear ones!

You didn't see me sneak in! be careful dear ones - I have been hiding for a whole day in the mud till I could find a safe moment to flit in. But I am as quick as light.

I stayed away so long as I heard it was not safe to return. I was called away to tend to my sister's fairy-tots as she was taken soooo sick after being stung by a fire-fly. She burnt from head to toe and looked like a dancing flame! Xibes has taken her to her kingdom far far north where an ice wizard can make her well again...we hope. No news so far. Anyway my brother and his family have agreed to take over the mothering duties although it was so diffiicult to say goodbye I just had to return and see how my loves here are faring.

I told Felix all that I had seen of Urat....do we know how he fares now? *eve naive scrunches up her brow* I miss him so!

Grimney is so still out there, it is a fearful silence, watching and waiting, waiting and watching.

Oh my dear ones, my dear ones let me fly down and kiss all your faces!...Even the ones unfamiliar to me! We are together again!

*claps her hands together*

It will be well again, wait and see - how is our dear Knight? How are you all? I know it is dark days but I can't help but have a full heart back here.

Philomena it is your birthday too...let me see what is in my pocket I can give to you? Look a blue stone! It is yours....and a daisy from my very own forest.

*eve places the treasures on the table for Philomena*

.....Might there be some swoozy liquid?

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

Gwen I have a special present just for you - I made it just for you!

*eve naive places a wreath of twigs and roses on Gwen's head as she does it turns to the brightest gold*

It is fairy gold, but I have woven a special spell into it...with the help of grannyma. It remains gold only in your possession Gwen. If any soul should take it from you it will once again return to twigs and flowers. Your goodness keeps it bright! Never doubt yourself, because the fairy gold shines with you!

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...

My dearest eve! I had thought I would never see your face again, the blue stone is pretty but the daisy I value most of all. Come kiss my face my sweet thing and cry a little for me as your mermaid friend is now a killer. My heart is heavy with the deaths.

There are three less enemies for us to worry about, I came across them in the mire. Not dead by my hand but strangled all three. I dragged their bodies into the waters thinking it best that Kursk think his scouts have abandoned their posts but I took the weapons from their corpses, one had an axe so I think Jacob will be pleased. I wonder who might have killed them, maybe they are on their way to our aid.

Too much death already and our battle has not yet started.

Now let's share some swoozy liquid.

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Thank you dear eve the wreath is beautiful , I shall treasure it. A toast to one absent friend returned I hope there are more to follow . To you dear eve

Dear eve's return is most welcome, although I fear for her safety so much it brings me as much pain as pleasure.

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*eve naive flies down and kisses her friends leaving fairydust on noses left and right!*

Now, now philomena do not be too sorrowful, sweet creature of love! Sometimes to protect what is good and true things of wickedness have to be slain. It is no reflection on your heart. Let me look at your hands - see they are squeakily clean!

*inspects Philomena's hands intently then pats them*

Now I do not understand these human bean ways whilst I drink my swoozy liquid tell me why the men lie outside ready to poke and jab us all! I hear they want our yellow-haired knight, but why what harm can he do? He that looks at stars and writes secrets so intently in his book. *sighs*

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All the world's a stage,
And all the men and women merely players:
They have their exits and their entrances;
And one man in his time plays many parts...