“So, why exactly is this woods so, I don’t know, dreaded by everyone?” Rohan asked. The soft crunch of snow was heard as the four of them walked through the forest. They were now entering what was known as Fatos Woods, a section of the forest where the White Warrior was said to live. Though, at the moment, it wasn’t much of a forest. The tree branches were bare, only snow hanging off of them.
“Because of the White Warrior,” Regan answered his question. “It’s said that if someone wonders in here that she deems unworthy, she can make the trees move, and the one who came in will get lost and be unable to get out.
“Can you see the trees move?” he asked.
Regan shook her head. “We just have to hope that we can fly out and guide Husky and Electra out from above if worse comes to worse.”
Rohan sighed, wishing something was easy for once. “How do we even find the White Warrior?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she answered. “I'm guessing that we’ll know where she is when we see it.”
They continued walking deeper and deeper into the woods, watching as the trees drew closer together and all grew silent, as if any and everything was watching the four that walked through the area. Slowly, Rohan noticed small orbs of light flying around, slipping out of sight as the foursome walked closer. Eventually, he pointed them out to the others.
“What are those?” he asked.
“Faeries,” Husky answered, sniffing the air.
“You mean that they exist?” Rohan asked, stunned.
Regan nodded. “This is the only place they live now because they get protection from the White Warrior. People use to find them and kill them for their healing properties.”
“That’s horrible,” Rohan cried. “Why would people be so mean?”
“Well, think about it,” she said. “If you are desperate and need something to heal an illness or injury, then you will go to any lengths to save someone you love if all they need is a bit of faery magic.”
Rohan shook his head as he looked at the retreated orbs of pink, blue, purple, and white. “Do they live alone, scattered like this or –”
“They have a queen,” Regan said, “a guardian that watches over them, but that’s it.”
The conversation died and as they walked, and Rohan kept looking back at the flying orbs of light in wonder, though that wonder died fast.
“I think we found it,” Electra cried out, bounding forward towards what looked to be a stone wall. It was covered in bare vines that looked to have had leaves in warmer weather. But, at the moment, it was just a bunch of bare branches weaving along the stone, which had designs etched into it that Rohan couldn’t make out.
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The Winged Ones
FantasyRohan is an orphaned boy living in an orphanage in the small village of Alpa. But when he almost gets kidnapped by two demons, he finds out that there's a whole other world for him out there. He follows his three rescuers and finds out that he is th...
