The eerie feeling the once nostalgic forest exuded was so alarming. Highly dire that the feeling sank deep into her body.
Hermione carefully turned around while her gaze scanned through the forest in a cautionary movement.
She was back at the beginning of Aedghad where she initially started off. This could only mean one thing, someone is messing with her.
So unfortunate that she had landed in the clutch of the enemy. Or was it otherwise,? Her precautionary gaze ran through the forest trees in urgency. The best way for the attacker to attack was from upwards, seeing the trees are too tall in length, therefore lending aid in a surprise assassination if in case one was planned.
But who could probably want to thwart her plans of reaching the forbidden forest of Berión? Who else knows about her intent exclusion of she herself.
It couldn't be the Prince, could it? No, there was absolutely no way that he would know of her whereabouts at this point.
