Aquila (United States) published:
PROMPT: Fantasy Writing Competition
The Woodland Forest was an infamous place.
Yet, I still walked through it, ignoring the “Beware!” and “Wolves Ahead!” sign. As soon as I crossed the iron wrought gate, I found myself on a winding dirt path, damp with morning rain.
The dampness was in the air, and moistened my cheeks, until I felt I was completely doused in water, head to toe.
The trees around me were green with life, foliage thick and flourishing....
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