Emma inhaled deeply, looking at the spot which she thought would be the best for the act she was about to commit now.
She looked at her outstretched hands, turned them over and looked at her whitish palms. She wasn't sure what to do, but just like she had traced the mage out of a whim, so she would do this. There was no other choice. She had to find the person that had been trailing them all this while. She wouldn't be able to survive otherwise, didn't think her sister or Prescott would either.
Letting out a breath of 'let's do this', she slowly sat down on the grassy path, an undertone made from Prescott's magic, when he had made a shade for them. Emma was still amazed at the sheer size of the tree at the realness of it. She pondered, as she tried to center herself, if the tree would hold when they left, or disappear into the nothingness it had come from.
