The Sorcerer Small

..And we watched as this figure, covered in leaves, followed by animals and creeping things, called out, his voice echoing through the mountains and trees, "Hear my cry, O' flora, O' fauna! I reside where the wild things lie; to me, come again, find life, and love! Be revived, as I am your father, your brother, The Sorcerer, Cerrnun!"
His song pierces the night, as the children listen. We watched him leave with all he had gathered; like a mist, he was gone, though his song, in the night lingers on..."
-an excerpt from a novel I am working on, The Children of Aeon: Zeophia
 
This is a drawing of a charactor in my novels, inspired by a cave painting in France, and by the myths of The Green Man, of The Antlered God, of Pan, and of stories, legends and myths of diverse forest wizards.