Don’t be scared. Don’t be scared. If she listened close enough, Clove swore she could hear voices fading in and out of the veil of fog. Voices that beckoned her to and fro, jumbling her thoughts, making her lose her sense of direction. Its not real. Stopping, she took a moment to recollect herself- focusing on her breathing, closing her eyes, listening to the sounds of the mangled forest. Woodland creatures, birds, and amphibians. Those were real.
When she told her brother she wanted to explore this place, he’d warned her of ghosts and ghouls that lingered in the shadows. Poking fun at her naivety. The thought had stuck with her, playing in the back of her mind the moment she entered the forest. Her imagination playing tricks against her, with every twist and turn. But as long as she stopped and reminded herself, this was just another cool forest to navigate, she was able to steel herself, and continue her journey. Besides, if anything dangerous appeared, Mother or Father would come to save her… right?
Coming around a bend, the fog suddenly increased in viscosity- altering her depth perception, as if a wall of white had appeared in front of her. She almost tripped over a boulder because of it, catching herself at the last moment. Gasping and freezing in place, tail lashing out behind her. Feeling a but frustrated, because this forest was very challenging to navigate alone.
