Though he witnessed the large beast plummet into the trees below, he wanted to get as far away from the scene as possible. What little adrenaline he had left was used to limp his way out of the forest, wherever that may be.
He had no map or compass, but he had an instinct or a feeling that he was headed in the right direction. Perhaps he felt this way because of how calm and inviting the forest started to feel. The trail that he found would be any indication that something had to be nearby.
Though it looked as if it hadn’t been traveled on for decades.
But there was something else drawing him in. A sound or a song of some sort, guiding his path. It was something he could only hear if he continued to move down the trail. It twisted and turned in every which way, but the song only beckoned for him to continue forward. Continue reading