Harry

Chapter IX : The Forest

It was the first day of their mission. It was cold, wet and dark in the forest outside Bedrila. The forest consisted of large dark Fir trees that towered above everything; they stretched for what seemed to be forever. The sun was nowhere to be seen. The trees refused to let in light. It was pitch-black. Fortunately, they had brought flash lights meaning they could just about see ten feet in front of them. Harry was not enjoying himself so far; the only thing that kept him going was the thought of rescuing Serena.

Anything could of been lurking in this forest. Only story's were told of the creatures that preyed on those who dare venture beyond the boarder. Harry was scared but kept his fear to himself. Graham, however, let everyone know how scared he was by shaking non-stop. Walking through the forest gave Harry the chills. He would often suddenly look behind him when he felt a presence and scare the entire group; he felt something was watching them.

"Ok this is as far as we go today, set up camp." Informed the King. "Good work"
Harry and the others scurried around trying to get the camp set up. When the fire was finally lit relief washed over Harry. He finally felt a sense of security. He watched the flame flicker and dance in the light breeze coming through the the forest from behind him. This was when the flame started moving irregularly. Eyes appeared and a cold hand touched his shoulder. Blood started dripping down the trees and screams of agony could be heard from everywhere. Harry turned around to see a man strung up from a tree with a noose around his neck. His flesh began falling of his bones at a rapid rate. Harry closed his eyes; he couldn't handle this. "Harry!" Shouted the King...

It had just been a hallucination. The wood they had burned released a chemical into the air causing those who breathed it in to hallucinate. The forest really was out to get you. Well at least it was a dream...