PART ONE :The rider approached the forest with some apprehension. This was not a regular forest. No, instead of the rustle of leaves and cries of birds, there was the solid groaning of the stalks,the domed caps fluttering above your head. This was a forest of mushrooms. In the land of Dallieu, most forests were regular, with flowing aspens, soaring pines and elegant maples. Occasionally, the mushroom forests loomed over the land. This forest had a trail roaming through the entire wood,but it was seldom used,reason being few were brave enough to enter. Really, there was nothing more dangerous than in a regular forest. But the fact it was different was enough to scare most people away. This lone rider felt that long-seated spark of fear. But only for a second. The rider looked at the massive caps dominating the landscape, took one last glance behind him, and rode in.
