Branches whipped against her face as Solenya Bryndal—the supposed fourth successor of the Bryndal family, the one who had collided with Sora ran from an unseen creature, blind from the choking fog that clung low to the forest floor that seemed to stretch on for ages. Her breath came in heavy and ragged gasps, sharp and panicked, echoing in the stillness between the trees. Behind her—somewhere behind—there were screams. Not one, but many screams all sounding like the mix of adults and children,
But she was sure these weren't humans. She had heard the tales—how people ventured in such a forest and went missing after wards. The sounds were far too unbearable for her as she whimpered.
