The Lost Strings of Craghallon

 The Lost Strings of Craghallon 

(AUDIOBOOK and 8-10 chapters around 45 minutes listening)..



In the leprechaun village of Craghallon

The sun dipped low over the leprechaun village of Craghallon, casting a golden glow on the cheerful green rooftops and bustling cobblestone streets. Today was no ordinary day—it was the Festival of Song, a time when the entire village gathered to hear the magical harp of Craghallon play its enchanting melodies. The harp’s music wasn’t just beautiful; it kept the enchanted forest alive and buzzing with magic. At the heart of the festival stood Shannon, the village’s harp maker. Her fiery red hair gleamed as she tightened her leather apron and gave the harp one final polish. Its wooden frame shimmered with intricate carvings of vines and flowers, and the strings glowed faintly with golden light. Shannon’s green eyes sparkled with pride as she admired her handiwork. The harp had been part of the village for centuries, passed down from queen to queen, and today it was her job to ensure it played flawlessly.