(Ivy’s POV)
I walk down the path, it’s eerily quiet. So many different types of trees line the pathway one of which I can tell is a white willow tree. These trees must represent all of the covens that has ever existed. There’s so many. It feels like I’m walking for miles before I finally see the end of the path way up ahead. I can tell it’s the end because the trees bend over to form an archway which they have not done prior to reaching this location of the pathway. Once I reach the end of the pathway there is a huge tamarisk tree at the end. It has many beautiful flowers growing from its branches. I hesitantly approach the tree, careful not to disturb any of its roots that are above ground. I place my hand on the base of the trunk and get a feel of the prickly wood. A golden shimmer burs
