The slow, eerie glow of the forest lit up Jack's face as he crept through the garden. It was midnight and so his aunt and twin sister were asleep. Forests weren't supposed to glow, right? But then again, Jack hadn't actually seen any other forest before, so who knows? There were no forests in London.
"Jack? What on earth are you doing?!" It was his twin sister, Charlotte. Her long, curly golden hair was tied in a braid and she was wearing her nightgown.
"Charlie! Don't creep up on me like that! I thought you were Aunt Cara!"
"Well you shouldn't be outside at midnight."
"Oh come on! I just wanted to see the forest! Father told me would take me to one after he got back from the war! Neither father nor mother are going to now!"
Charlotte winced. Their father had died when his ship sunk on his way to the war, and their mother had been killed when a nazi bomb landed on their home. "Ok fine," she huffed, "but we can't take to long."
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This Forest was strange. Even though there was no moon that night, the fog seemed to be lit up, as if some unseen force was trapping the light from the previous day in the boughs of the trees.
Cold. Why wasn't it cold? It had been freezing before... Charlotte looked around the beautiful forest as they walked along. The new warmth was strange, and weirdly comforting.
"Charlotte, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?"
"The whooshing noise...." Jacks voice faded into amazed silence. "Look behind you"
Charlotte turned around only to see the most amazing creature she had ever seen
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The Forest
FantasyWarning: mentions of family death Setting: 1940 England Jacky and Charlotte brown, 12 year old twins, move in with their Aunt in the countryside after losing their parents in the WWII London blitz. Little do they know, the forest behind their Aunt's...
