Belinda the bowstaff

Birth of a warrior

One late winter evening when the sun hung low in the dark foreboding sky  briony of bill's meadow sat down in her armchair and with the local youngsters all round her feet bellowing and begging please tell us a story of the old days. Amongst the array of faces and through tired eyes she notices a shy retiring field mouse child too afraid of the children around her she asks in a kind friendly manner do you want to sit closer child and the field mouse nods briony then says we'll come up here child, the field mouse approached with caution and gently got picked up by the kindly old timer, what is your name child fergus the quiet mouse whispered. Well fergus do you know there was once a  great warrior that was once like you shy retiring and afraid, let me recant the tale so sit around and open your ears because it takes twice as much effort to listen than it does to talk. I am grown old and showing my seasons the stores have been gathered and my larder is full . Let me  tell you of a Time before waddecar and it's collection of children and adults of man that treat this  as a place of learning whilst we respect each other's boundaries we each rely one upon the other for learning and existence .  In those dark days before all this there was no freedom for anyone in the animal kingdom it was ruled over by a wily old creature known only as bonestealer  his tyrannical rule put the entire woodland in danger and from out of this darkness a warrior emerged from amongst one of our own as you sit and warm yourselves by my fire I will try my best to make it live again as all good legends it becomes better in the telling . It is a tale of love ,war good and evil ,great undertakings and heroic deeds  so look into the fire and take our minds back through the mists of time and begin our adventure.