THE ENCHANTED FOREST


Crunch.Crunch! Helen heard the sound again, her eyes darting from side to side, if. If she iswas still in the forest by nightfall she would never leave it again. Everywhere she looked, she found shadows, and her mind was putting monsters into all of it, the. The only sound was her own frantic breathing, no Birdsongsbirdsongs, no tumbling Waterfall. Nothingwaterfall; nothing. Helen raced into the mist, her bare feet crackling on a carpet of dead leaves. Night iswas coming and so arewere the things that lurked in the fog. As she hurdled over a rotten stump, a heart sizedheart-sized dragon scale bounced against her chest, her only protection against the elementelements. The rest of her was streaked with mud. She had been lost in the forest for 3 days. Had, and had seen and heard things that still didn't seem real. The deafening thunder of thrumming wings, and the shadow of a giant Dragonfly passingdragonfly, passed above the canopy. Three days lost in the forest, and one way or another, she knew there would be no fourth day.

CRACK! Helen jumped at the sound, then. Then she heard the popping crackle of splitting wood somewhere above. She turned in time to see... [INCOMPLETE]