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                                                                                                                                                              Written by Jack Yow Jun Lam




                                                                                                                                         I don’t really like dark forests much. Yet here I am, somehow. The eerie darkness
                                                                                                                                   creeps into sight and the fog blinds even those with light. The trees with their dark bark
                                                                                                                                   and outstretched crooked branches look like uninviting giants, but I can’t blame them

                                                                                                                                   for that; what with the atmosphere being so horrible and ominous, I’d probably be a little
                                                                                                                                   grumpy if I were a tree growing here. Among the clumps of withering trees hang sizable
                                                                                                                                   masses that could be just bunches of crawling vines or something else, something much
                                                                                                                                   more depressing and terrifying to think about. Yep, the sunny and bright forest back
                                                                                                                                   home sure sounds like heaven right now, especially when my body feels so sluggish,

                                                                                                                                   almost like I’m walking through a raging river while being burdened by lead weights.


                                                                                                                                           I silently hope that this isn’t one of the Chieftain’s ‘tests’, as they call them. Despite

                                                                                                                                   being the leader of my entire tribe, they seem to have taken a keen interest in me, for
                                                                                                                                   whatever reason, to the point of mentoring me privately outside of their usual lessons
                                                                                                                                   with my fellow tribesmen. Still, this seems too extreme for them, and not like they would
                                                                                                                                   leave me unsupervised in a possibly haunted forest with just me, myself, and I, right?



                                                                                                                                           Despair settles in as my instinct tells me that this may not be a hallucination and
                                                                                                                                   that I’m stuck in this forest until I find a way out, which isn’t fair, since I don’t even
                                                                                                                                   know where I am and how I got here. “Hey, this isn’t funny!” I shouted angrily into the

                                                                                                                                   distance, my voice echoing. Something rustles in a nearby bush, which drains me of all
                                                                                                                                   my courage, not that I had much in the first place. “Umm, anyone there? Is this some
                                                                                                                                   sort of joke?” My voice sounds weak and scared even to myself. Suddenly, something
                                                                                                                                   small yet nimble tackles me in the chest, making me tumble and fall on my bum. I groan
                                                                                                                                   painfully as I make eye contact with the agile assailant, which turns out to be some sort

                                                                                                                                   of luminiferous creature which looks like a hybrid of a fox and a wolf. To my utter dismay
                                                                                                                                   and horror, many more leap out onto the damp forest floor from the very same bush,
                                                                                                                                   which shouldn’t be possible, since the bush is the size of, well, a bush.



                                                                                                                                           The glowing beast which intercepted me barks demandingly at the other critters
                                                                                                                                   and me. Judging by its larger frame and commanding presence, it must be the alpha of
                                                                                                                                   the pack. The alpha barks once more, then the whole pack turns around and trots in the
                                                                                                                                   opposite direction. Being shell-shocked, I remain sitting on the ground until the alpha

                                                                                                                                   glances at me after a few seconds, clearly annoyed. Struck with realisation, I quickly get
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