"We have to leave this place, Moland," Genevieve said, stepping back from the stone. "I feel like someone might come here," Genevieve felt an ominous presence.
"You're right, Young lady Genevieve," Moland agreed, nodding. "We shouldn't linger here. We don't know what might happen if we disturb this place."
Genevieve and Moland left the field quickly, desiring to return to the village for temporary shelter.
Crunch* crunch*
The sound of their footsteps crushing the grass and dry leaves beneath.
They moved cautiously, leaving behind the open field with the strange stone. Their steps were swift and firm as they aimed to depart this mysterious place. Their eyes kept scanning their surroundings, searching for any other signs or clues that might reveal the way out.
Crack! crack!
