I had told my grandmother, or Althea as she would always be to me, that we needed to go to search for my mother, and that had been what I intended to do. I ran desperately across the forest. Searching for an entry into the tunnels that she spoken of.
"Where are they?" I begged, already feeling the heaviness of the air surrounding me. The darkness. The lands that had called to me, were so much darker than I cared to think. Althea, despite her age was just as fast upon her feet as me, and kept up as I ran.
"Wren, please." She warned. "Not now."
"I need to do this!" I argued. The knowledge my mother was out there and dying made everything so much more urgent. How could Althea be so willing to allow her to remain there alone? Sensing her pain and her suffering? Those were not the actions of a mother...
"This is dangerous, and she would never forgive me if you were hurt."
