Down in the woods at the end of the street, past the creeping green ivy and the twisted roots, past the mushrooms and the gnarled old trees, past the dancing midge clouds and the deepest dark hollows. Through the tall trees and the low berry bushes, through the gentle brushing ferns and the dazzling dew drops. This is where our story is set. Here, by this beautiful, shimmering creek. Across from the soft green grass and the evergreen giants, across from the colourful bursts of flowers and the lazy low hanging boughs. This is where our story is set.

Step back in time, back before the time of machines, back before the time of your greatest great grandmother, back before even the time of castles and stories. Step back in time to a world of magic and wonder, imagination and creation, to a world where anything is possible. This is where our story is set. This creek was not always a soft, shimmering trickle, but once a great winding river of life unlike anything you've ever seen. Unlike anything you'll ever imagine. Unlike anything you've ever believed in. This is where our story is set.

Now imagine a creature so childlike you have to adore him. He looks a bit like you, with his arms and his hands, his legs and his feet, and his little round face complete with eyes and nose and mouth. He’s short and slender, smooth and somewhat slippery, and his skin is a pale shade of blue. His ears are webbed like the fins of a fish, his head is bald like Grandpa’s and his smile is as big as yours. This is Gymp, a creature a bit like an imp, a bit like a nymph and a bit like a pixie, but maybe a bit of all three.

And this is where our story begins.