Eftir Forest was like a land of lost time, where anything could happen. Even after nine days, I found myself amazed by how many different trees were in one place. When we had entered Eftir, large pine trees filled the woods. But, as we further explored, there were the green, leafy trees of Starten and even the twisted turquoise trees of Galinevo.
One afternoon, Meg and I decided our walk would end with a picnic beside the lake. Along the way, my little sister picked flowers and decided we both needed colorful crowns. As we joked and laughed, my heart filled with happiness. The day couldn"t have started better and, that night, my sister would know the secret I’d been keeping from her.
Meg had turned sixteen the week before. I knew my sister was too smart to not catch on to a party being p
