It was dark, gloomy and decidedly unwelcoming. The gigantic trees that towered above them blocked out the sky they grew that close together, it was claustrophobic and set a despairing weight upon a person’s shoulders.
A narrow pathway was clearly marked by a tall white painted totem. Tied to it were two braying pack mules as the flying ship lowered to float just clear of the ground and a gang plank was pushed out.
As they all gathered before the dark foreboding entrance into the Dark Woods, Daniel threaded his fingers with Kysenia’s and gripped her hand tightly in his.
She looked up at him, she could hear his accelerated heartbeat. She curled her free arm around his bicep and leaned into him.
“You have no reason to fear these woods…no one in there will dare to attack us, as long as we
