Chapter 43: The Faceless: Part One
Evanna leapt forwards from the fallen tree and stumbled into Cilv, who was already on the ground.
"Watch it," Cilv complained as they nearly bumped heads.
Cilv started to wipe the blood from around her mouth, grimacing at the sight of it. Evanna tried not to roll her eyes at her, considering it was this wild female that went on a rampage and ripped an elf’s neck apart- not the nicest way to go. She glanced up to the trees around them; the forest appeared to be dead, the sun that shone brightly on the other side was nearly non-existent.
She bit her lip at the thought of them being this side. It saved them from the Flori, but how were they going to escape whatever creatures lay in wait this side?
Evanna turned back around after realising the others had not caught up with them yet, she knew they were quicker than them, but they should have made it across by now. She heard her name being called, so she knew they knew where they went. As she turned in the direction they came from, she only saw more forest.
She turned back around to see if she got the direction wrong, but Cilv came back into view again. A crease formed between her brows as she stood still and turned her head backwards and forwards in both directions, confused by the disappearance of the river. Behind them, there was a mirror image of the forest in front of them.
"Keep doing that, please. It’s making my head hurt," Cilv rubbed the sides of her temple as she looked away from the princess.
"Cilv, the river is meant to be there."
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Ronan jumped down from the fallen tree.
Where were the girls?