Conqueror of the Sixth Path

Chapter 12: Who is your real barrier: forest or love?

  The forest and love are overthrown in a fight for you. Who will win?

After an unsuccessful attempt to quickly find himself in the Fairy, Ethan offered a much more complex version of movement - on chariots.

You have left the clan.

You had a long way to go to your destination, where you can catch one of the carts.

The forest is your obstacle.

The wind caressed the strands of your dark brown hair, sometimes falling into your eyes, and closing the landscapes in front of you. The rustle of the trees pleasantly caressed your ears. As luck would have it, you walked in complete silence, only nature showed signs of life.

- How long is it to the forest? You asked, looking at Ethan's back.

- Raise your head. Adam asked.

Throwing your head back, you saw the tops of the trees, which were hidden behind a flock of clouds.

- Thank you.

Adam smiled.

In front were men who both know this area better than themselves.

You came to the foot of a small hill, after which the forest began.

- Be careful, we go together, we don't disperse, we stick together. Ethan said firmly.

- OK. - you nodded approvingly in response.

Ethan inhaled the fumes of fresh, forest air, and took his first steps.

- Come on.

The silhouette of the man immediately disappeared when he entered the thicket.

- * Ethan is kind of weird...*

You and Adam did the same thing.

***

Entering the forest, you immediately felt an unpleasant rotten smell. You immediately became disgusted. Nausea rose in your throat, but you restrained yourself. It was obvious that Adam was also uncomfortable, but he didn't show it.

- Don't stop! Ethan shouted.

- * He said he did not disperse, but went further than us.*

You kept walking. Adam did the same thing, after a few fluctuations of his body.

- * Is he ill?* - you looked at him suspiciously.

- Did you want something? - the man drilled.

- Uh... no...

Adam stopped. He closed his eyelids. He stood there for a couple of seconds, then continued walking.

- Come on. - he whispered.

After these words, he took you by the hand and you went together so as not to lose each other.

You caught up with Ethan. He walked slowly, squelching his feet on the wet ground, which in some moments looked like a swamp. When he saw you holding hands, he shuddered as if he had been electrocuted.

- Ethan, what are you doing? you asked excitedly.

He was in no hurry to answer.

- Nothing. It's just cold. he paused between sentences, as if he was nibbling on each of them. - Stay close. - after these words, he jumped high and climbed almost to the very tops of the trees.

- Eh?

All that remained of Ethan were strong gusts of wind and fallen, dry leaves soaring into the air.