Secrets of the Berrywood Mowe

Previously

…A collective gasp swept through the villagers. Bramble’s jaw dropped. The fear in the eyes of the onlookers began to be replaced by astonishment, then awe. Mowe moved to the next bush, and then the next, his touch a gentle benediction. With each plant he touched, the blight receded, life surged back, and the familiar, comforting scent of healthy greenery began to chase away the dusty decay. He moved with a newfound confidence, his shyness melting away in the face of the overwhelming need. He was no longer Mowe, the quiet observer, but Mowe, the nurturer, the healer. The adventure had truly begun.