“We need to plan,” I said.
‘What?” Whindel asked. He shook his head and appeared to have just woken from a dream.
“We need to plan. You know, you asked about the, you know what…”
“Plan? Maybe, but first we need to leave,” the wizard said.
We stepped out into a meadow.
“I thought we moved? Why are we in the same place?” I asked.
“You did move, but you took your surrounds with you.” The wizard didn’t look back at me, but set a quick pace towards the far trees.
“Seems awfully conspicuous to drop a forest and meadow next to the enemy’s stronghold, if you ask me,” I said. I felt uneasy, and the fact that the trees appeared to be racing towards us at a much faster pace than we were walking contributed to this feeling. The meadow had shrunk to a small glade and continued to shrink.
“It was, for a moment, to those looking for it,” the wizard said. “But soon it will no longer be a problem. Now hush.”
I heard a crash and looked over my shoulder. There was no sight of meadow or cottage. We were in a deep dark forest. I shivered. It wasn’t a pleasant place. The trees were misshapen and odd shadows grabbed at us as we walked by.
Unconsciously I drew closer to the wizard and the light fairy.
While keeping a close eye on the ground, for stray roots seemed intent on tripping us, I also watched into the wood. The trees began to straighten and looked healthier. Green replaced the brown and gray. Beams of golden light broke through now and again.
“Where…” I started to ask, but Whindel hushed me again.