The next day I woke up to a voice of a man. He was shaking me awake, but I wanted to sleep more.
“Get up now, or the forest will swallow you!”
I opened my eyes drowsily. I saw a rough faced man with a short beard, wearing dark blue robe. My body felt numb and heavy, but the man helped me to stand up.
“You shouldn’t sleep in a place like this, it’s dangerous. Lucky for you I found you, otherwise you’d been goner.”
I try to ask what he means but my throat feels dry. The man seems to read my mind and hands me a flagon.
“You’ve probably been drinking that stream water. It drains you, just like the forest.”
The flagon had murky mead in it, but it felt heavenly. I drank until I felt better. When I could talk again I gave the flagon back to the man and thanked him.
“No worries kid, it would have been sad to see such a young traveler sink under the moss. I assume you are from Aava.”
“Yes, I am travelling to Nila and thought I could sleep the night in the forest, but apparently it is evil.”
“No, no, the forest is not evil. It needs to live just like you and me.”