Whatever magic is protecting that hut, it flung me further and further away from the hut each time I approached it. Losing how many times I've been thrown back into the tree line and beyond, I've decided to move on from this sadistic magic hut.
Pushing myself out of the most recent tree indent I've made in a innocent tree, I continue my journey in the magical forest.
Passing through the magical forest I come upon more creatures, however something is different for the previous ones I've encountered.
First off some of them are starting to have the same colouring scheme that the animals in my old world had.
Second, the only sign that I'm still in a world full of magic is that these same creatures have streaks of the magical colouring on them.
Like this brown squirrel that I'm currently in a staring contest with. Normally a wild squirrel would run away, but this guy is just starting at me. And I know he's got some magic in him since there's green dots on his hind legs like a my little pony mark.
From experience I know that this brown squirrel has some wind element in him, but probably not enough to make a magic script like the other magical creatures I've encountered.
A noise breaks the staring contest from a distance away and the brown squirrel races off into the forest. With no other creature to continue my staring contest with I continue my journey in the magical forest.
With the animals losing their magical colouring, I think I'm reaching the outer fringes of the magical forest. Since it would make more sense that the further in the forest the stronger the magical creatures.
Another three days pass before I finally see no sign of magical colouring on the animals I catch glimpses of in the forest. They might have some magic in them, but apparently not enough to warrant any magical colouring.
The surrounding plants and trees, however, don't seem to have lost the same lustre as the ones further in. They just aren't as densely packed as before.
Sunlight from the two suns above breach the tree tops more easily. Until I finally see a stretch of plains through the last couple of tree in front of me. A lighter green but just as vibrant and lush as the dark green of the forest, stretches across the grass plain in front of me.
Gentle rolling hills dot the grass plains further ahead and seem to continue until a chain of mountains blocks their path. The distance between me and the chain of mountains is probably further than I can imagine, but now I have to decided where I should go from here.
Staying close to the fringe of the forest would guarantee me food and shelter. Since I don't need to secure a source of water because I can just generate it from magic.
Venturing into the grass plains might provided me some food. But I would have to make my shelter out of earth spikes. And if I happen upon a road then it's would be a 50/50 chance of me actually reaching civilization depending on the direction I choose.
But if I find a road leading into the forest that I would just have to go in the opposite direction and I'll eventually reach a town.
With my decision made, I continue walking along the fringe of the forest.