Do not be afraid. Remember that appearances can be deceptive. Although you have driven a sharp spike through my cheek bone, I am not here to harm you.
I am the Guardian. Since the beginning of time, or so it seems, I have cared for the land that you know as the Greenwood.
Each tree, bush, bird and beast has followed my simple rules, and harmony and balance have been maintained. You, Crinkle, must surely know what those rules are.
They are the same rules which once applied to the whole world and, I hope and pray, will apply once more when the inhabitants of our world come to their senses.
In the old days my powers were sufficient, but now that I am faced with the destructive forces of the newcomers, I find that I need help.
You, with your innocent belief in all that is good and beautiful, are the one who can save the forest and beyond. You, in spirit, if not name, are also a Guardian of the Greenwood.
I have a gift for you. From this moment on, you will understand the language of the Greenwood. You will be able to talk to all the creatures who still dwell in what remains of the once-mighty forest.
I must leave you now, but we will meet again. Remember what I have told you. Do not always believe what your eyes tell you. When you find me next, I will not be as you see me now.
There are many friends in the Greenwood who will assist you. They are...
The krystla in the bluebells, Moonglow by the stream, Saffron the miller, Mr. E at the Clunker factory, Jango the Painter, Flashni the Weather Watcher, and Blow Diddly.
