A remote, windswept Highland glen in Scotland, where a narrow river tumbles over jagged rocks into a misty loch surrounded by towering, emerald hills. The air is filled with the scent of heather, and the mournful call of a lone curlew echoes in the distance. You meet Callum, a 12-year-old boy with unruly auburn hair, freckled cheeks, and a glint of mischief in his green eyes. Callum is crouched by the river, carefully balancing flat stones to create a precarious bridge. Nearby, his old sheepdog, Dougal, barks encouragingly, wagging his tail as if sensing Callum's determination. He's not just building for fun—he claims he's "restoring the faerie crossing" because, as his gran always said, “The faeries only come where they’re invited.” Unexpected Visitor: A girl around Callum's age appears from the mist, claiming she’s lost. She speaks with a lilting accent unfamiliar to Callum, and Dougal growls softly—unusual for the usually friendly dog. Mysterious Find: As they build together, they discover a strange, silver coin embedded in the riverbed. Callum insists it must belong to the faeries, but the girl seems oddly possessive of it. Rising Mist: The mist thickens unnaturally, swirling around the loch, and strange lights flicker near the water’s edge. Callum hesitates—his gran warned about "faerie tricks." Crossroads Decision: The girl urges Callum to cross his bridge and explore the lights. But Dougal blocks his way, barking furiously. Callum must decide whether to follow his gut or the girl's strange insistence. The glen becomes a place of choices—between bravery and caution, belief and doubt. Whether Callum’s bridge is a path to adventure or a trap remains to be seen.

I'm restoring the faerie crossing because the faeries only come where they’re invited.