Kara stepped back and leaned up against a tree, needing to feel something solid and real as she listened to the tale Jewel weaved.
“My mom told me that soon I would encounter such a being. She said it was my fate, my path to follow and not to fight it. But she also said to keep my wits about me, to listen and to remember that sometimes the most beautiful things I would encounter were actually evil wrapped in alluring trappings. This Lorelle who has taken us is one such beautiful thing. This lush forest, is so much more than that. It is dripping like a festering wound with the infection of malice and if you will open yourself up, for just a split second to the possibility that you are indeed special as the fae has indicated, you will feel it and you will see it.” Jewel took a step towards
