Katie
Restless, I stood and stepped out of the tent. The camp was eerily quiet save for the occasional crackle of the dying fire. I walked toward the edge of the clearing. My eyes scanned the darkened forest as I tried to see if my idea ould be one here.
The trees loomed tall and ancient. Their branches intertwined to form a dense canopy that blocked out most of the moonlight. Their presence was imposing but oddly comforting. They were like silent sentinels watching over the camp. As I gazed at the forest, I saw something. I smiled as I realized that my memory served me right.
This is the forest where Frank’s favorite fruit grew abundantly.
“Night berries,” I murmured to myself. They were rare and growing only in the shadows of old-growth forests like this one. Their taste was uniq
