Christopher's Whispering Woods Adventure

Previously

…Christopher reached out, his fingers brushing against one of the scrolls. He felt a surge of warmth, a sense of deep, abiding peace. He looked at the sprite, then at the chest, then at the woods stretching out around him, filled with a newfound quietude. He knew, with a certainty that settled deep within him, what he had to do. The magic he had secretly wished for was not about spells and potions, but about the gentle power of a song, shared with a heart that knew how to listen.