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Note – this is part of the story, Towards the Light. Click here for previous. Go to the Table of Contents. Or start at the beginning: (click here for part 1 – The Tunnel)
“We need to plan,” I said.
‘What?” Whindel asked. He shook his head and appeared to have just woken from a dream.
“We need to plan. You know, you asked about the, you know what…”
“Plan? Maybe, but first we need to leave,” the wizard said.
We stepped out into a meadow.
“I thought we moved? Why are we in the same place?” I asked.
“You did move, but you took your surrounds with you.” The wizard didn’t look back at me, but set a quick pace towards the far trees.
“Seems awfully conspicuous to drop a forest and meadow next to the enemy’s stronghold, if you ask me,” I said. I felt uneasy, and the fact that the trees appeared to be racing towards us at a much faster pace than we were walking contributed to this feeling. The meadow had shrunk to a small glade and continued to shrink.
“It was, for a moment, to those looking for it,” the wizard said. “But soon it will no longer be a problem. Now hush.”
I heard a crash and looked over my shoulder. There was no sight of meadow or cottage. We were in a deep dark forest. I shivered. It wasn’t a pleasant place. The trees were misshapen and odd shadows grabbed at us as we walked by. Continue reading