"Uncle, I will take the forest. You survey the lake," Will decided, hands on hips. The journey had been a long one: from England by ship off across Europe to Germany and into the little town Will's uncle promised spoke of magic.

Naturally, none has been found.

That was, until, traipsing over a fallen log, Will heard a shriek. To his alarm, a little woman, no bigger than his hand, was flying and being pursued by a bee that must have been, for her, absolutely massive.

"By God."