CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND 

EIGHTEEN.

OMNISCIENT POV 

{Three Days Ago}

As the kids walked, surrounded by the thick, tall trees, casting their leaves over the forest so that the weak sun could not even get a chance of shining through.

The trees got more closely packed, and the roots became larger.

Azel was getting scared. His little mind had alerted him that they were going the wrong way, but Azella was looking so pale that it would be impossible to tell her what he was thinking, and make her cry. 

He couldn't smell the familiar scent of the forest they were used to, nor could he see any of the...