The early morning sounds of birds and
woodland animals were all about as the sun was just starting to peek
over the mountains to the east. There was a fine mist clinging to the
low areas in the wooded hills. Darrick was waking up and shaking off
the party. There was something tickling his face, but his arms
couldn't reach it.
Darrick finally got his eyes opened,
cleared. and focused. He was looking at the forest but from a very
different perspective. Everything towered over him. He was buried up
to his neck. What was snorting behind me, he thought.
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