It took them all some moments to determine exactly what had just happened. Ophelia picked twigs out of her hair and peered anxiously at their surroundings. The darkness was thick and heavy around her, obscuring all vision more than a few feet in front of her face. Dead and dying trees encircled them.
They call it the desolate forest, nothing more, and having travelled across the land and seen it with my own eyes, I concur that no other name is needed. For the creatures of the forest are hungry, and they are many, and though
I say, her recollections were interrupted, That was all a bit rum, what?
You- Bloody hundreds of bloody years of-
Ophelia shushed them both, and motioned them behind a large trunk. A high pitched, shrieking wail came to their ears, growing closer and closer and closer, joined with the rapid batting of large leathery wings. Algie moved to get a better look, but Ophelia grabbed his wrist and held it firm. Just a