It was pitch dark. The wind had been blowing for a few minutes and she was cold. The tree branches were moving. Evea had woken up in the heart of the dark forest where she usually went every evening at twilight.She didn't know where she was, she didn't recognise the trees and the paths. She didn't know how she has ended here either. Because of her poor sight she could only make out dark and flurry phapes which the moon barely lit.
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