In less than five minutes, they arrived at the darkest part of the woods where Taranis was condemned to be held prisoner for all of eternity.
Anabel got off Oliver's back and stood with her feet wobbling and her mind in a haze. She's never moved that fast; it made her feel so dizzy and slightly nauseous. "I think I'm gonna throw up."
"Well well, look who has decided to visit." A smooth, deep voice came from the darkness and Anabel straightened her back, forgetting all about the nauseousness she felt before.
The lanky figure of a man appeared from the depths of the darkness. His lengthy white hair that stopped just below his upper thighs swayed gently with the wind, cupping a small face that embodied feminity.
