"Who's there?" Hera called out when she heard laughter in the woods.
Carl had gotten lost somewhere in their quest to enjoy the silence and the serenity that the Vazirian forest gave them. Maybe she felt things or even saw things that didn't make sense.
Maybe she was so desperate to see her brother that she was now imagining things, but was she really?
Was she really hallucinating that her brother was seated there with the three moonchildren making stores?
Was she hallucinating when she heard her brother make beautiful stories with the people who had sachet him away from them? Maybe all of this was some mix-up, but maybe, she just needed to wake up. Maybe there were just so many maybes that she didn't want to accept.
"Shhh," Hera heard them say as they carefully looked around the woods before bursting out into laughter again.
What the hell was going on here?
