Chapter 11 Everly
Chapter eleven
Everly
Storm slows to a trot as we venture deeper into the forest. The usual sounds of life are remarkably absent, no chirping birds, no fluttering sprites.
The silence is unsettling, a stifling stillness that blankets the woods.
Only the leaves crunching under Storm’s hooves and the occasional snapping of a branch can be heard.
Nymeria and Anika are as silent as the shadows, living up to their name: Ghosts of the Evergreens.
My eyes dart around, searching for any sign of movement, but like me, the forest seems to hold its breath. I can feel it, a tingling unease crawling under my skin, like an itch I can’t quite reach.
“You sure it’s this way?” Nerves stop me from speaking any louder than a whisper.
Storm bobs his head, letting out a loud huff of air.
“Okay. I trust you,” I breathe.
Storm is an extremely moody and sensitive horse.