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 Category:  Fantasy Fiction
  Posted: June 1, 2020      Views: 20
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Chapter 8 of the book Fantasy Eye
In which Alexia travels through the haunted wood
"The haunted woods" by Anne-Marie brison
Background
Alexia Keene is a girl who discovers that humans aren't the only occupants in the world.


Traveling through the thick woods was frightening. Each branch and root and leaf thrummed with evil life, hostility and hatred pounded against me, whispering voices crowded around in my head. "You, you are the cause of all this!!! Your fault!!! Die, die die!!!" What had I done?? I had no idea, but I felt as if I was the cause of something terrible. Crippling guilt surged over me. My knees buckled and I collapsed, black and red spots dancing before my eyes. "Alexia!" Screamed Holly, falling on her knees on the ground next to me. She cradled my sweaty head in her lap, her furry hands caressing my burning cheeks, forcing me to look up. "Alexia listen to me, open your eyes and look at me. You are just fine, your strong, you can overcome the spell Glindar, guardian forest of the queen! Be strong!!"

I wanted to listen to her. I felt an overwhelming desire to do as she ordered. A cozily warm tingling feeling spread acros my scalp and down to the tips of my toes. The angry whispering voices faded away till they were just a hostile whisper. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to keep me on my toes. I struggled to my feet, leaning on Holly's stout shoulder for support. She smiled in relief, perhaps it was my imagination, but her eyes seemed to literally brightened. She reached out a furry hand and clasped my hand tightly. " Come on, we are almost there."

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