Chapter 55

In the passageway to the Dark Mountains, The old-growth forest was like a tunnel into another time, a place where it could be any century and no one would ever know they had ever left, not even the predators. There was wisdom in the wilderness that could whisper to the pure of heart and gave fear to the darkest of souls.

There was contentment in a tree branch, Diana realized how grateful they were, the natures were talking, whispering enchanting lullabies on her bears. The denim branches dangling over the limb of silver-earthen bark. It dangled independent of the wind, with a smile to match the brilliance of the moon above. Diana traced her fingers over the bark, her fingerprint over the ridged patterns. Something about being there made her so glad as if it were a sort of independence to let her body match its curving form.

"All, come inside,” called Cavin, “It will be daylight soon.” As he stared at the luminous band of orange straddled on top of the dark purple horizon of the