Taylor stared after the unicorn until he disappeared into the distance. She wished he had stayed with her a little longer. Why was everyone here in the Obsidian Realm in such a rush Sighing, she lifted her sword and continued working her way through the trees.
Twenty minutes later, Taylor cut through the final branch with a satisfied grunt. She pushed through the path she had made to arrive at the source of light she had glimpsed earlier. It was a small clearing in the trees, where the sun shone down brightly to flood the area with warmth, birds whistled happily, and a vibrant carpet of flowers grew beneath her feet. She shoved her sword back into the sheath, closed her eyes, and raised her face to the warmth of the sun, grateful for the light and heat after struggling through the darknes
