We are almost to the faerie settlement. My friends and I are alert and intent, braced for anything in this strange, small world. My friend Adrian has taken an ant to be his pet, and the two are quite bonded.
When we started this trek, the forest bracing us on either side was just like any other, it’s leaves fading in the Autumn light. But now the trees are more… exotic. Something exciting is in the atmosphere, electric with anticipation… Huge gusts of wind carry themselves furiously through the air, threatening to knock us off our feet! The colorful leaves high above flutter violently in the maelstrom, and faint, colourful bulbs of light flit to and fro in the trees.
Now Miracle leads us down a path, almost a corridor, through the trees and undergrowth. Torches of green fire hang from branches poking through the lush tunnel of vegetation. It is beautiful here, yet somehow eerie. I can hear the faint, barely audible chords of a harp somewhere in the dark oblivion of the woods.
It is too dark to write, now.
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