This summer was meant to be ordinary.
Four cousins. A campervan on the edge of the moors. Wildflowers, and stone circles.
But when Chloe insists the "butterflies" in the hedgerows are actually fairies - and her photos begin capturing figures no one remembers seeing - the children discover something extraordinary.
They can see what others cannot.
Whispers drift through ancient stones. Tiny lights dance at dusk. Mischievous creatures scurry beneath tree roots. The old legends of the moor are not stories at all - they are waiting.
Waiting for Delecti.
Yet as laughter echoes between the Nine Ladies and fireflies glow brighter than they should, a taller shadow begins to stretch across the hills. Something older is stirring. Something watching.
And if magic has chosen them... it may also need their protection.
Because not every legend is gentle.