Chapter 4

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   Dan fell over without Phil supporting him and found himself face first in dirt. He groaned and spat out some of the dirt that had found its way into his mouth. What fresh hell would this second trial bring him.

   He stood up, brushed himself off, and looked around. He was in the middle of a forest. The moon shone through the roof of branches above him. It would have been beautiful had it not been for the fact that the tree's branches were reaching out like hands to grab him.

The trees were alive. Not in that they were plants and alive, but they moved and twisted and reached towards Dan with hands made of wood. They clawed at him with their branches and muffled the sound of his screams with their leaves. Dan tried to run, but each time, another tree would stick out its root of a foot and he would be attacked yet again.

It didn't stop until nearly every part of his body had splinters. Then, just as quickly as he had arrived, he was gone. He appeared back near the gates, panting and in pain, but he had no visible wounds. He collapsed on the ground, heaving. There was no Phil there to help him.

"I fucking hate trees." He muttered. Everything went black.

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