Chapter 4

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Why didn't we think of using our powers further? We just wasted about 5 entire years because of it when we could've gone there within...what? Minutes! Gah! grumbled Tanwyn.

The two humans and Ewynne strolled across the damp forest floor, the scent of pine needles strong in the air. Travelling on foot had been the decision once they neared the homeland of the Mythara. Brogan's hair kept falling into his face and causing him to crash into tress or Ione. Finally, Ione solved it by taking out a pair of scissors from her pack and giving him a quick haircut, much to his embarassment. 

Whatever, as long as we're here now, Brogan tactophrened back.

Ione instinctively grabbed Brogan's hand in excitement. 

Yes! Oh my chrysanthemum! I wonder what it's going to be like!

Brogan laughed and squeezed her hand.

It's going to be ownderful, I'm sure of it!

Ione realized she had her hand in Brogan's and jerked back quickly, mumbling an apology. A blush crept up both their cheeks.

So, what's the plan, now that we're in the Mythara's forest? I mean, how are we going to approach them? Dyrmian asked.

Well... tactophrened Tanwyn, They don't have a surrounding wall around the place, people -- normal humans, can't see the place because it's invisible to those who don't have magic. therefore, because we will be able to see it, they will realize that we're also Mythara.

But who's THEY? asked Ione.

The Mythara's elders. Plus they will have us in the record books, seeing that we were born there, Tanwyn replied.

I'm sure it'll go alright, we just have to remain calm. The aura of fear can have a strong effect on those around you, advised Dyrmian.

Ione eyed the two small huts in front of them warily. Looks like we've arrived, but I don't see or sense, for that matter, any other houses or living beings around here. It must be that invisible barrier. Let's go check those huts out, shall we?

Lead the way, tactophrened Tanwyn.

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