Nothing has changed. At first, I thought the forest is in ashes right now, or armies of faes marching towards or building a camp here in the gate. Well, I guess I'm wrong. . .
Everything stayed the same as I walked down to the dirt path, looking around as if I was searching for something. Something that is out of the ordinary—the ordinary for the realm. The sun glimmered on my hair as it made its way to set down to sleep. As everything starts to glow from the beckoning darkness that's about to come. The forest was a party of neon lights and fireflies as it got darker and darker. The two moons were aligned vertically to the gate like something big is about to happen, waiting for the third moon to catch up and explode.
I still can't believe I felt something for Apollo, I said
