From the introduction:
You have always been a different sort of child. A dreamer, a singer, a storyteller, an explorer. You have lived your whole life near the border of the woods, hiking along its trails and picnicking in its clearings. You have always felt the forest tugging at your heartstrings and you have wondered what secrets she hides deep inside.
You have often hoped that there was something special about you. Something more. And then this past spring a stranger with a mischievous smile and horns on his head walked out of the wood and knocked on your door.
“Bring them forth,” he said. “The children of the Wyrdwood, bring them to me. There are truths to be learned, stories to be told, and their birthright to be claimed.”
That evening you were brought to a bonfire at the edge of the forest, sat down alongside several other strange kids, and told the truth about your heritage.
“Each of you is descended from both mortals and Fae. Your blood sings with memories of the old magic. You can travel between this world and that of the Wyrd, and thus you have a responsibility to the Wyrdwood and her people.
It isn’t always easy to walk beneath her twisting boughs and solve the problems you will find. But if you wish to follow me, if you yearn to see the wondrous secrets of the trees, then take my oath tonight and begin your journey as WyrdScouts.”