The will-o'-wisp that had led them through the paths of the Enchanted Forest disappeared immediately, leaving the trio in a clearing bathed in ethereal light. Eilidh held the pendant, which vibrates with an intensity that matched his racing heartbeat. "Brilliant," says Bran, scanning the unfamiliar surroundings. "We followed a bloody light into nowhere we're still in the forest." Eilidh shot him a withering look. "It wasn't nowhere if it led us somewhere, was it?" "Oh aye, somewhere we can't get out of. Tremendous improvement." As if responding to their whining, the forest seemed to shift around them. Trees shooked, their ancient trunks creaking as they moved closer together, sealing off the path behind. "We're not alone," Eilidh whispered, his hand instinctively tightening around the pendant. From between two massive oaks stepped a woman. Her hair was the of autumn leaves, twisted with vines and small white flowers. Her eyes green as an leaf "Three wanderers," she said,