I didn't know where I was going. With the light fast fading, all I knew was that I needed to find someplace safe to rest. I wanted to believe Circe had good intentions - even if they were accompanied by questionable means - but that didn't mean the forest wouldn't have its dangers. Being an immortal granted only longevity, not invulnerability. And if this island was anywhere near as treacherous as Circe’s machinations, then I had even more to worry about than I already suspected.
I only wished I knew enough about the enchantress to know how to thwart her designs. As it was, I knew next to nothing about the use of magic and had even fewer ideas of how to undo it. All I knew was that somewhere in these woods, there was a pig with a shining green stone inside it. And I was on an island - the
