Daughters Of Hera

Chapter 39-Enchated Forest

I'm actually done writing Joanne's and Sylva's adventure for now, so I'll be typing and uploading more this week. So expect a chapter or two everyday!

After a while, as they walked past the grooves of Lentile, they heard a galloping sounds of hooves striking the path coming from the opposite directions, so they hid near a large mould in a corner.

"Take my cloak and wear. Nobody's supposed to see you face," said Sylva. "Or it'll all be for nothing."

So Joanne stayed quiet, Sylva went into the road, stopped the rider in the name of the new Regent, and soon they had a horse, as the ill-angered rider trailed back whence he came from.

Where were they going? That's what Joanne asked as they mounted the horse and headed away from the boundaries that hold the city of Juventas. "It's best not to ask too much questions," was all Sylva replied, sometimes she was more of a warrior than a mother.

After the strongholds of Dialana, west to the streams of Vianelade. Sylva gestured the horse through a deep forest, which seemed like an unlikely move because there was no human path there, but it didn't seem to defer or stop her. Soon they were enclosed in a thick forest, with elongated trees and dried rustic leaves, choked with the weeds and grasses in the forest grounds.

By now, the sky had changed the day into a scorching afternoon and the sun tried it's best to dry the muddy marshy terrain. They, with Sylva leading the horse, were galloping remotely, avoiding trees and fallen wet branches, before Sylva halted the horse abruptly, the horse neighed and whined in response.

Joanne was jolted back into reality. "Why did we stop?—are we taking a break?—is there wine here?—are we there yet?" whined she incessantly and annoyingly.

"Stop your prancing about, my child." hushing Sylva. "For this are sacred lands which we trail in."

Before them Joanne could see a knit cleaves of shrubbery, trees entwined with vibes so thick that no mortal could pass through, talk less of surmounting.

They waited, but for what Joanne couldnt phantom. So it was odd that that was their stop, Joanne became afraid, a thought came through her mind, she questioned if Sylva had brought her here just to kill her, safely and quietly, no one would be able to hear her scream for miles away, then suddenly she asked herself, if she was sure Sylva didn't bring her just to sell her to Durga herself, so the evil Regent could skin her flesh and drink her blood, for immortality.

It was a stupid question, but this was a peculiar situation. So Joanne asked dumbly, "Are you going to kill me or sell me off?"

Sylva just scoffed, like the question itself was under imaginable. "Now why would I do that? This are the secret grounds, we just need the right moment to jump."

Joanne was once more astonished with questions, "Jump into where?" she asked. "We certainly can rush into that, there are thorns and pricky weeds. If we try to, we would definitely get bruised or worse, dead, from bleeding."

Then a bizarre thing happened, like on queue a shrieking noise blasted out from within the forest, like that of a banshee.

Then immediately, the sun itself flickered, like a flame on a candlestick,
Sylva had gestured the horse towards the thorny cleaves, but instead of a bruising, they vanished. Then after it regained it's outrageous light. They were once here, then they were elsewhere, it was as simple as that.

The place were Sylva and Joanne were presently, was more astonishing that it can ever be described.

There before Joanne was an enchanted forest, with lush green grasses, coupled with tall broad trees and flowers that looked more beautiful than mere flowers, they twinkled in the sunlight, their petals were made of coloured glass, while fairies; tiny and slim, with silvery wings, which flew above them, leaving a sparkling blur as they did.