‘Ah, ha!’ I exclaim loudly, plucking an object from within a bush and holding it aloft with exaggerated grandeur.
‘What's that?’ a girl asks.
‘Let me see!’ another says, pushing forward.
Bringing the small glass object closer for inspection, ‘It's the Eye,’ I say.
‘Whose eye?’ a child asks.
‘Golitha's eye,’ I continue. ‘There should be another two!’ I thrust the ‘eye’ towards the children so they can study its detail.
‘They were lost during a great battle between faeries, trolls and giants many hundreds of years ago. Some say…', I clasp the glass bead tightly in my grip ...