Pandora walked through the woods, easing through different turns as if she had all the routes memorized. Her brisk walk and whistling ease made Rosamund relax among the heavily dense woods. She looked around the woods. The sun was almost about to set or was it dusk? She couldn’t tell. The air was different, the outside, denser, heavier with mania of so many different intensities that Rosamund felt herself constantly being tingled by the prickly mania differences. The heavy woods were a sight straight out of a fairy-tale. The occasional sounds of magical beasts lurking around, the crisp crunch of the leaves they were stepping on. It was dark and the environment was somber. Rosamund followed Ruslan, who was still in his wolf form. Rosamund looked at the sky and the scene left her in awe. The
