Sylvia and I begin our journey through the enchanted woods holding on to each other for dear life. I’ve never seen this part of the forest, and it’s much darker and more ominous than any part I've seen before.
The trees continue to guide us, moving their branches little by little to show us the way.
“Mare,” Whispers Sylvia, “You look nervous, what’s happening?”
“I’m not sure,” I answer, “But we can trust them.”
She glances sideways at me. “Okay, sure,” She mutters under her breath with another of her epic eye rolls, “Trust the frigging trees.”
I stifle a laugh, and the trees around us go rigid. It’s almost as if they’re telling us to stay quiet.
Sylvia and I immediately snap our lips shut and stand up straight. “Sorry,” I whisper quietly.
They resume spreading their branches for us
