Oh No Theyre In The Woods

A Dream

Dreams were weird, Willow had always thought. He never thought his dreams made sense, they really didn't ever make sense.

He was dreaming a dream he was walking through a deep forest, but everything seemed ever so slightly tinted purple. It was so weird, trees were so big, animals were nowhere to be seen. He climbed over a root of what what seemed to be a very big tree. Over the root was a campsite, there was a camper van and a tent. A fire was going and three figures were sitting around it, with one of the bird-like creatures. One person had their back to the van, second had their back to the tent near it, and then the third was sitting toward the other two. The bird was perched near the second figure

Willow heard them talking to each other.

"So that's how I've been living out here, my enchantment keeps the van powered most of the time! Still hate being out here but hey! It's working, I guess."

The figure with the bird nodded, but the third stayed still, it looked like they were looking at the ground. "Do you think we can get out?" They asked, very softly.

"What?"
The third stood up, "Do you think we can get out?!"

Willow stepped toward them, "Hey I-" The moment he stepped forward their heads all snapped toward him. The first one, the enchanter, jumped up to put out the fire, and the bird creature started squawking.

The fire was put out and Willow was left in darkness.

Willow opened his eyes. He was still in the forest. Neat. He had the feeling of not remembering if he was dreaming or not. Had he been here for a while? He had a backpack on his back and the feeling of panic, something lost. He looked around.

He was in deep forest. The only light beside the soft luminescence of the plant life around was a flashlight Willow just realized was in his hand. The trees loomed overhead, blocking out all the sun. Dark vines hung from the trees. Flora scattered the forest floor, and grass was so long.

Willow was on an animal trail. Grass flattened down, showing where to go. He would walk until he got to a large clearing, river flowing through it. No fish were there, but the rocks sure were pretty. He noted if he came back this way, he should grab some.

It took longer than one would think, he kept tripping, leg hurting for no apparent reason. He looked back once and saw one of the deer-like creatures jump into some bushes behind him. He had walked faster after that. He had tripped again over a fallen branch right after seeing the deer thing. Instead of going over it he grabbed it for a walking stick

It was a bit mossy, but it was perfect to actually be a walking stick, which he assumed he'd need soon. His leg just hurt a lot, but was starting to feel happy his prosthetic leg never needed charging thanks to a spell he'd gotten his hands on a few years ago that kept it in good condition and charged. It came in handy a lot.

While he walked, he noticed a really pretty stone near the side of the animal trail, almost obscured by grass. He picked it up. It was fairly large, it fit perfectly in his hand. But as he inspected it, it looked less and less like a real stone. He turned it over in his hands. It could be a lock box or-He heard an animal. He dropped the rock and went to run, but before he could, he was tackled from behind to the ground with a scream. The ground rushing toward him, his vision became splotchy and darkened. He awoke.