chapter one under the old oak tree and the kelpie in the well

it was always all the way under the very old oak tree Ava had always hummed a little tuneless melody with her little fingers had always been tracing the little contour of a very tiny little wooden boat was always an piece of some art which she had always learned all the way from her fairy grandfather my name is Elizabeth Langford I do remember this story as a teenager I did write this story when I was sweet sixteen years old then I did write another story when I was seventeen years old as Ava had always secured it in a little not hole and she had always headed all the way to the kitchen for lunch there was always a very shimmering light had always been snagged all the way from the forest to get her attention her fairy grandfather had always warned her all about such little sights but then this little light was always been called to a little something was always very deep within Ava Where she had always stepped all the way into the very thick whispers of the forest was always been drawn to a very little clearing where there was always a little arch way had always stood just before Ava I always used to be the sweetest teenager when I was young there were some very tiny fairies had always fluttered in some little distress and her little heart was always been quickened as their little leader where there was always an elderly fairy was always still a little form of a little fairy child who was always been cradled in her arms as they had always needed a little life was going all the way from her life where Ava was always been closing her eyes she had always poured all her little essence in to the very tiny body was always been igniting its wings as the little child had always stirred with the little gratitude was always been going all the way from the fairies had always filled Ava with an unearthly joy when Ava had always returned home with her little heart was always a little light with some magic and she had always shared her little adventures with her fairy grandmother who had always listened very anxiously it was none of the less her fairy grandmother had always felt transformed and infused with some life and wonder was always been going all the way from a very magical world was always so close to be as yet as it was very distant now when the little days had always turned into a very magical routine with one of each visit was going all the way to the fairy Dell was always been enriching her little spirit it was always one day the fairies had always led Ava all the way to a little well at the very top of the hill it was always been there she had always met Edward who was always a little kelpie with two little horns on his head who could always drown her if Ava had always entered his waters but then she was always not afraid at all as the fairies had always surrounded Ava with their laughter and they had always guided Ava all the way through the forest with one of every encounter which it was always reminding Ava that it was always some bravery and friendship in the very magical realm would always be awaken the very little spirit of the little adventure was always been within Ava it was always this summer was as amidst as the goldenness of the sky she had always became Ava the real little middle of summer rainbow girl who had always danced all the way between the magical worlds she was always been crafting some tales had always been woven all the way from the magic of the fairies and the very essence of her life all by herself