Enchanted Forest

This choice: Go alone to the forest islands.

Chapter 10: Go alone to the forest islands. (ID #602665)
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Deep within your heart you feel a flutter. Your mind tells you that you will possibly be alone if you go to the forest islands, but there is a delirious yearning to be in the forest. As you decide to go to the forest your wings seem to dissipate to nothingness.

At first you are anxious thinking you will fall suddenly. Instead you feel light as a feather and seem to float on the air softly toward the tree tops. The wind begins to blow ever so gently guiding your every move. Perhaps you don't know where it will take you but the wind seems to know where you belong.

You look down trying to brace yourself in case you have really made a big mistake in coming here alone. You don't have any idea how you will go anywhere else for the forest is an island. It appears to be deserted but you cannot see into the shadows of the inner realm.

You are transported down through the wispy leaves of a weeping willow and are set down by the wind on a stump that is just right to be a stool. The peace you experience lulls you into wanting to just sit here and look around and attempt to see what this new world holds.

You smell the scent of delicate wildflowers yet do not see any around you. You close your eyes and can see yellow daisies, purple verbena, red and orange poppies in your semi-dreamlike state. Something, a sound of squirrels chattering, brings you back.

You begin your search for whatever is drawing you to this place. You can hear a faint sound of a brook babbling and begin to walk toward the sound. As you draw nearer to the sound little birds flutter, circling, floating, happy in their playful antics. The forest seems to open up into a meadow filled with soft flowing emerald green grass with all the flowers you smell visible now. A gentle breeze wafts through them causing the meadow to look like a wave of color.

You realize you have come to the edge of the brook and as you listen to the crescendo of the crickets chirp
thirst overtakes you. You crouch and cup your hands to dip up the cool, crystal clear water in your hands. The taste of the water is almost sweet. Is it really the way the water tastes or is it the smell of freshly cut watermelon you are smelling causing the cool liquid to taste that way? You don't see any melons but you can smell them.

Wandering slowly, relishing the feel of the grass underneath your feet, the faint sound of thunder sounds. You see only sunshine and no dark clouds but that is a definite rumble of thunder in the distance. Perhaps you should seek shelter. In case it does rain you will have to have somewhere to sleep tonight so now you begin to search for anything that can shield you from the weather.

A slow, drizzle of raindrops lightly touch your face. You outstretch your hands to catch the raindrops and touch them to your tongue. They are fresh and sweet like the water from the brook. Who would have ever thought of watermelon raindrops?

Around the bend something moves in the treeline. Walking out of the dense, lush greeness of the trees comes a horse so dazzling white it almost shines. As he sees you he stops. He doesn't run but stands waiting for you to make a move. You hold out your hand toward him and take a step slowly his way. He glances back and you wonder if he will dart away. You inch your way to him hand still held out. Finally, you are close enough for him to nuzzle the palm of your hand.

You have the following 2 choices:



1. Will the white stallion turn and flee from you. *

2. Have you found home at last? *