I surrendered to following Mathis’ voice through the woods. Despite that I didn’t trust him and thought he was the bearer of all things evil, I wasn’t really sure how to get out of Warlock Wood and it seemed like following his directions was more promising then guessing and ending up lost and never found in these woods as I’d heard so many had before.
Not a fate I desire. Chewing my cheek and walking reluctantly, I followed his whispers. Telling me when to turn right and when to peek left.
Like some twisted trust exercise. Which is truly what I felt this was.
Soon the trees peeled apart and revealed a series of stones. Laid out like low benches around a long bit of tree trunk which was cut in half. Exposing the pale wood in the center. Swirled with intricate knotholes and carved deep
