"Not everything is where you left it," she said, striding down the road, "particularly if you've forgotten where you left it in the first place. So, we must begin with those things lost but still remembered. Now, do you know the forest where the ancient, wild magick roams unconquered?"
Shaman Armstrong led her there.
"Do not go near the fae ring," advised the young witch foraging for mushrooms at the edge of the wood. "The creature who lives there is as old as the land and full of spite from long forgotten injustices. Whatever you do, do not make a bargain with him, do not offer him your name, and do not look him in the eye."[1]
"I know," she said, stepping through the underbrush. "I am his forgotten injustice."
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As they plunged into the forest, the canopy grew thick and the undergrowth wild.
"Be careful where you walk and treat even the smallest leaf with reverence. You do not navigate a forest like this,” she said, stepping gingerly, "unless it wishes you to pass."
Two crows stared silently from a branch overhead. "One shy of a murder," she murmured to herself. "That’s good."
She turned to Shaman Armstrong. "I came here long ago when I needed something hidden. A fey will never break a promise and I tricked the spirit of this forest into promising to watch it for me. Mind you, to trick a fey is no easy task. Fortunately, I am exceedingly clever."
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