Wings.

Let the Search Commence

Father scheduled for us to go to Halnaker park the next day. I was so excited to go back again and try to find anything that could resemble the floating figure in the painting.

As we waited for our carriage to arrive, I went to grandfather's room and took the book with the most important information about these creatures and put it into my leather satchel. Father had taken the wings from the letter and pocketed them just incase we do come across anything out of the ordinary.

The carriage ride felt like hour's but only taking around forthy minutes to get to Halnaker park. As I exited the carriage I look around in amazement and wonder how it can look this magnificent every time we come here.  Father tells the driver at what hour to get us from here and continues down the road where there are stables for the horses.

Once we knew we were alone we quietly made our way into the trees and started looking for any sign of other worldly life that may or may not be real. We decided to split up on the condition that we both go only northwards so that we don't get lost and won't get separated to the point where we can't hear each other if anything were to happen. Father and I took our routes and onwards we went in search of these creatures.

Not so long after we set off I discovered a log that seemed to be the shape and size of a home that would house one of these creatures from the painting I searched through it but it was empty only some bugs that crawled around the inside. Beside this were small pebbles that were placed in a way that I looked like a path, so I followed it through, bushes, trees and high grass, by the time the path stopped I had not realised that it had led me off route so I carried on. The pebbles stopped in front of the infamous tree tunnel and to my relief  there was no one present, which ment that I could snoop around without being demoralized by other people, I started making my way through the tunnel and looked through every nook and cranny of the tunnel, and still nothing was to be found, it was like they knew we were looking for them but didn't know the intention of our search so they hid, very well if I do say so myself.

Father wasn't having much luck either so he decide the go on the route that I was ment to be on, but my pebble escapade led me off track, and went to look for me so that we could make our way back. He couldn't find me on my route so he started to call for me, since I was gone past the point of hearing father I did not hear his calls, when he realised that I must have strayed he started to panic and call louder while making his way through the trees. He wasn't watching where he was going and he caught his foot on a root and fell onto the ground. He sat up and cleaned himself off and looked around only to realise that he did not trip over a root.