BAILEY’S POV
“I think the myth about this forest isn’t just a myth after all.” I looked at Fern directly as I am trying to hide my fear. This is the first time I saw that painted ground out of all the years I’ve been here, thanks to him.
It’s already getting dark and the sun is starting to set. The surroundings are also getting colder creepier. Strange. Why do I feel like this day is shorter than the days that have passed before?
“We need to get out of here now.” Fern grabbed me by the hand and I nodded. He insisted that we get out of here as fast as he could as I sensed the bad feeling he has in his gut too. Maybe it’s a bad idea that we come here unarmed and unprepared.
As we were about only a few steps away from the ruins, I suddenly
