Welcome to Whisperwood… where magic grows wild and riddles hold the key.
All was peaceful in the Valley of Whisperwood—until the farms began to fail, and the laughter of the land grew quiet.
But when siblings Markie and Mary discover a mysterious frog named Mog (who may or may not be ancient and enchanted), everything changes. With Mog’s help, they glimpse a vision of hope—and set off on a quest to save their family and restore the valley’s magic.
Armed with courage, cleverness, and a love that runs deeper than dragon caves, Markie and Mary journey through tangled forests, across troll bridges, and into the heart of riddles that twist like vines. Along the way, they’ll meet creatures both fearsome and funny, solve puzzles that sing, and learn that sometimes the smallest voices carry the greatest truths.
✨ A tale of bravery, family, and faith—woven with songs, riddles, and a touch of frog magic.
WhisperWood
Chapter One: A Tale for Brave Hearts and Curious Minds
A long time ago, when dragons soared through the skies, trolls lurked under bridges, and wizards walked among kings, there lived a very special family. Not just any family—but the one that saved the angels and saved Whisperwood.
Welcome to Whisperwood… where magic grows wild and riddles hold the key.
Nestled between misty hills and sun-dappled streams, the Valley of Whisperwood is a place where trees hum lullabies, fireflies dance in patterns, and even the wind seems to carry secrets. For generations, its farms bloomed with abundance, and families thrived in harmony with nature’s quiet magic. But now, something is wrong—the soil is tired, the crops are fading, and the valley’s gentle magic is slipping away.
And in this quiet little village, nestled between green hills and whispering woods, lived a young boy and girl, their baby brother, and their kind mother and hardworking father. They also shared their home with a few cheerful animals—including a pig who snored like a trumpet and a chicken who thought she was a cat.
The family lived on a small farm, full of laughter, love, and muddy boots. Their father wasn’t a knight—not anymore—but Markie liked to imagine he had been. In truth, their father was now just a farmer. A strong, gentle man who worked from sunrise to moonlight, planting seeds and fixing fences. But in Markie’s eyes, he was as brave as any knight in the books he read.
Markie, the oldest, spent his days swinging a wooden sword at the tiger lilies near the pond, pretending to battle invisible goblins and rescue imaginary queens.
Mary, with her gentle heart and long golden hair, often invited frogs to tea. Jasper, the biggest bullfrog, was her favorite. He didn’t mind being held and would sit quietly in her lap for ages, blinking like a sleepy wizard.
And then there was Ray—the tiniest of the bunch. Ray was just a toddler, but he was full of giggles and curiosity. He loved to follow his big brother and sister around the farm, wobbling after them with a wooden spoon in one hand and a stuffed dragon in the other. He didn’t say many words yet, but he had a laugh that could make even the grumpiest goat smile.
Life on the farm was wonderful. Their parents gave them all the love in the world. But even in the happiest places, adventures sometimes come knocking.
One morning, as the family sat down for breakfast, something felt different.
Usually, their father would tell exciting tales of dragons and daring rescues—stories he made up just for fun. But today, he was quiet. So was their mother. They kept glancing out the window toward the village.
The farms in the area were starting to fail. Crops were wilting. Animals were restless. No one knew why.
“I think people are starting to lose faith,” their mother whispered, stirring her tea.
Their father nodded, rubbing his hands together. “Maybe if I work harder… longer… I can help. We have to hold on.”
After breakfast, their mother gently sent the children outside.
“Stay close today,” she said with a soft but serious voice.
Markie and Mary walked toward the pond, Ray toddling behind them, dragging his stuffed dragon through the grass. Jasper croaked from his lily pad, blinking at the sunlight.
They saw their father kiss their mother goodbye and head off to the fields. The sun was shining, but something in the air felt… different.
The wind whispered through the trees. The pond shimmered quietly. And somewhere, just beyond the hills, something ancient began to stir.
