He had no idea what to do from here; he was surrounded by trees, and the smell of earth invaded his nose. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, calming himself. As he looked around, he realized that the forest floor seemed to slope downward. Perhaps that meant he should follow it? Taking a step forward, he began to make his way down the hill, feeling the soft earth squish beneath his feet. The trees grew closer together, forming a canopy over them that blocked out most of the sunlight. The air grew cooler and damper, and a light mist began to rise from the forest floor.
Soren continued down the slope, following the path that the forest seemed to guide him on. The air grew cooler and damper, and a light mist began to rise from the forest floor. The mist swirled around him, obscuring his vision and muffling the sounds of the forest. The trees grew closer together, their massive trunks forming a wall of green that blocked out most of the light. As he walked, he noticed that the mist seemed to glow faintly, as if it were illuminated from within.
"Should I ask the spirits for help on this one? I don't even know what I am doing or what to look for." He thought to himself. The mist swirled around him, obscuring his vision even more. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on his other senses. The air was cool and damp, and the smell of earth and moss filled his nostrils. He could hear the distant calls of birds and the rustle of leaves as creatures scurried through the underbrush. The ground beneath him felt so moist that it made him shudder.
Suddenly, a strange sound echoed through the forest. It was a low rumbling that seemed to vibrate through the very ground beneath Soren's feet. He stopped in his tracks, listening intently. The sound grew louder and more distinct, and he realized it was coming from somewhere ahead of him. With renewed determination, he pushed forward through the mist, following the sound as it led him deeper into the heart of the forest.
As he continued, the mist began to clear, revealing a massive clearing ahead. The ground was covered in a carpet of lush green grass, and at the center stood a great tree, its massive trunk as wide as three men standing shoulder to shoulder. The rumbling grew louder and more distinct as he drew closer, and Soren could see that the tree was alive with movement. Vines and roots snaked up its trunk, twisting and writhing as if they were alive. Sap dripped from its branches, staining the ground beneath it.
"What's a cypress tree doing here?" He thought to himself as he approached the giant tree. "This doesn't look like any forest I've ever been in before." The vines and roots on the tree seemed to writhe and twist, as if they were alive. He could feel the earth tremble beneath his feet as the rumbling grew louder.
"Something's not right here..." Soren whispered to himself, his voice barely audible over the rumbling. He took a tentative step forward, his hand resting on the trunk of the giant tree for support. As he touched the bark, he felt an unsettling energy pulsing through it, like a living current. The vines and roots on the tree seemed to writhe and twist, as if they were alive. He could feel the earth tremble beneath his feet as the rumbling grew louder.
"I should hide," Soren thought to himself as he felt a strange energy pulsing through the giant tree. He quickly climbed up the trunk, using the vines and roots as hand- and foot-holds. The tree swayed gently beneath him, the vines rustling in the breeze as they brushed against his face and arms. The rumbling grew louder and more distinct, and he could feel the vibrations running through the trunk, up his spine, and into his bones.
As he climbed higher, he glanced down at the ground below. The mist had returned, obscuring his view, but he could still see the tree's massive roots snake through the earth like giant serpents. The rumbling grew louder still, and the vibrations running through the trunk became almost unbearable. Suddenly, the mist parted, revealing a figure standing at the base of the tree. It was a tall, thin man, his body wrapped in dark robes. His face was hidden beneath a hood, but Soren could feel his gaze burning into him from above.
The man raised his arms, and the air around him seemed to crackle with energy. A blast of wind sent the mist swirling about, and when it cleared, Soren saw that the man was holding a staff, its head adorned with a glittering crystal. He pointed the staff at the tree and began to chant in a language Soren had never heard before. The ground shook violently, and the tree's branches thrashed wildly as if caught in a storm. The vines and roots that had been moving seemed to freeze in place; their movements stilled.
"Who the hell is that guy?" Soren muttered to himself quietly. The tall man in dark robes continued to chant, his voice echoing through the forest as he pointed his staff at the tree. The rumbling grew louder still, and the tree began to shudder violently, its branches thrashing wildly against the ground. Soren felt the trunk of the tree sway beneath him, the vines and roots straining against their immobile state.
Soren realizes that he must act quickly if he is to save the tree and protect himself from the man in the dark robes. He reaches out and grabs one of the vines that has frozen in place, pulling it taut. The vine snaps free of its immobile state with a loud crack, and the energy flowing through the tree surges anew. Inspired, he begins to climb down the tree, using the vines and roots as makeshift ropes and ladders. The man in the dark robes continues his chant, but Soren can feel the power of the tree growing stronger as it absorbs the energy from the vines and roots.
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Caspian's Legacy: The Scent of Truth (book two)
Про оборотнейFollowing the tumultuous events that reshaped the Lunar Eclipse Pack, Caspian, the son of Luna and Jace, emerges as a prominent figure within the newly unified pack. His birth, marked by the unusual scent of burnt vanilla, ignites whispers and specu...