The "Urban Myth" of The Last golden apple tree

Chapter IV

The Lost woods felt damp and cold to fly through, so the two decided to walk on foot. Sara felt nervous about the dream she had with Feara and her pet spider Venomessa, that if it could be real, she wouldn't be here right now. Earlier she hugged John thanking him for waking her up. Her brother was confused then understood as Sara told him what happened in the dream.

"It looks like they found a way to reach us...you better tell that Aunt Priscilla and Uncle Ivon about that when we get back."

John checked on his wrist watch counting the minutes of how much time he and his sister has. Only thirty minutes left. He rubs the drowniness from his eyes to stay focused. A few minutes and still no sign of that tree. 

"John, I don't think it's here. Let's just go back." Sara said ready to use her butterfly pendant before her brother stopped her.

"But we haven't looked everywhere yet-"

"There isn't much time to do that now. Just admit it, it doesn't even exist."

John wanted to argue further but there was something in his eye as he steps closer to his sister. A small light shines through between dozens of tall, leafless trees. He heads towards, as the light grew more the closer he comes to it. Sara follows, also noticing the shine from the distance. They could see a dark green blur with shining shapes inside it with a healthy shade of brown below it. Sara blinked making sure this wasn't some sort of mirage or a trick her mind was playing. It was there as her brother sees it, too. 

"It's...It's real." Sara breathed realizing what it was and John took as she follows. And there it was The Last Golden Apple tree standing proudly in the middle of the Lost Woods. The golden apples gleamed with the sunlight shone on each fruit making them look more polished. It was the most beautiful thing Sara had ever seen in her life. Like ones she seen before such as the Silver Lemon trees that were very popular in Metaltropolius in Jewel Land. Also the brass squashes she heard about from Magicial Plants 101 class. Where Mr. Shorttop explains each of the metal fruits and vegetables and how they affect the consumer, but not once has mentioned about the golden apples. If one student where to ask about, Mr. Shorttop would only reply with...

"I'm afraid the existence of the golden apples have been gone and there for I cannot give any information about." As if this response was rehearsed in case any student in his class a questions related to the topic. After that no one dared to pester the teacher further; after what happened with Mrs. Anterlane with her outburst. 

The Golden Apple tree from up close looked a lot more healthier and shorter than the rest of the others trees in the background as was the green grass around it. But something wasn't right, wasn't there supposed to be a giant white tiger nearby as it was mentioned in the book there was one that guards this tree from everyone. Not one was nearby so that part be a myth as well? She wasn't sure as she draws near it for a good view of it. 

"So...should we take a picture of it to show proof it's real? Or do we pluck one of the apples? I think that's better than a picture anyway." John replied while trying pick one apple from the tree, but Sara his wrist before reaching to one.

"I don't think that's such a good idea." 

"Alright, then you pick one." John shoves Sara by the tree where she stood face to face of a golden apple hanging off one of the lower branches. Seeing her own reflection from the fruit's shiny metallic surface as if the apple itself was made of actual gold. It was tempting and really a beautiful thing to see, but... What would happen if they took the apple? Would something bad happen to her and John? She hesitated for a moment, knowing there wasn't much time left before going back. 

Just pick it and go, already!  she nags to herself, then takes breath and cringed her eyes as she quickly yanks the golden fruit from the branch. At first she felt relieved that part was over but then the atmosphere began to shift. Everything got quiet. A little too quiet. The birds from the distance silenced their chirping and the wind itself stopped howling as if pressing the mute or the pause button on the remote.