The young wizard with blue highlighted hair stopped at a dark part of the forest. Vines grew all over the evil looking trees whose branches reminded him of skeleton fingers. Some of the trees still had leaves, as if life clung to them. He looked around with confusion, unsure of where or how he got there. The last thing he remembered was a moth whispering in his ear.
His eyes opened wide as he remembered the message. Master Magus is being held prisoner by his old apprentice. Now his surroundings made sense. It is Knigrith's territory, dark and twisted land. By the look of things he stood on the very edge of her borders. Vibrant colors behind him slowly faded to the death and decay before him.
His brow scrunched up and he moved forward. Suddenly realizing his hands were empty. 'Where in th
