Hazel gulped and took one step into the forest. "See?" she said, grabbing Derek's hand, "it's fine."
Derek closed his mouth from speaking and nodded. "Okay." he muttered.
They took a deep breath and started off. There was no whimsical feeling in that place. No fun. Just a frightening forest with frightening noises. The dead, grey branches would crinkle up into swirly twigs. The trees had plenty of leaves on them but also plenty of dead leaves on the ground. If there was on word to describe this place, it would be hair-raising. Hazel kept a close eye around her just incase an animal or person was following them. Derek avoided the branches that looked like blades for his safety but when he dodged them, he'd usually bump into Hazel. The air was like ice mixed with oil. The cold air floated up into their noses making it hard to breath because they were afraid their nose would get frostbite. And the oil-like smell would spread around when they took a breath, from their mouth or nose, into their lungs. There were mossy rocks buried in the dirt so when they were walking they would maybe trip on one.
"Hazel. It's getting dark and we need fresh air." Derek pointed out watching the dim, grey light shining through the trees getting darker. "What do you mean?" Hazel asked, "We have fresh air, we're outside."
Derek swallowed his breath and replied, "This air isn't safe, Hazel."
Derek watched as his friend's face turned a pale white. "You mean its poisonous?"
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Dream Upon a Rose
FantasyOne wish, one dreamer, one monster, one criminal, one story. Princess Hazel watched as the orange rose drifted into the mist. The cool breeze floated threw her. Hazel took in the weak sunlight peering through the fog. The petals separated...whic...
