Dublin, a very boring village in Ireland; Where nothing ever happened, that is until one warm spring day in March. 21-year-old Maria Harper had just started her internship at Ambrose's Photography Co. She had been taking pictures of the beautiful amethyst colored blooms. She walked through the forest,taking pictures of almost every flower she'd seen. Some were blue, purple, or red. Whilst others were orange, yellow, and pink. Taking pictures of the sun through the trees, and the little critters low on the ground. Stopping for a rest and some water, she scrolled through her pictures. One had definitely caught her eye. A photograph of the sun, trees, flowers, and butterflies. But in the corner of the photo standing by a large oak tree was a tall figure in a black hoodie. She thought it might have been a hiker, but as she continued to look through them, the figure was in every photo. The breath hitched in Maria's throat, before she sprinted from the forest.
Rowan Irvine had always been told she was childish. Her room was lined with stuffed animals and drawn-on walls. But the summer of her senior year Rowan's parents decide to move to a "sweet little town in the middle of nowhere". With a town, new home, and no friends she thought she'd have to leave her childish ways behind and grow up. Be helpful, no more made up creatures or stories or adventures.
But "middle of nowhere" meant by an enormous, looming forest.
And "sweet" meant the town held more secrets than it's residents.
And "no more stories" meant Rowan was about to become part of a story more dark and dangerous than she could have ever imagined. Perhaps more than she ever wanted to imagine.
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