ShortAxel

There's magic in the mountains. Not spells and potions and witches, none of those silly things. But real, true magic. If you've never spent a day all alone, completely isolated from the civilized world of houses and friends and family, you cannot understand what magic is. Magic is a feeling, a whisper on the wind, the fleeting glimpse of a bear cub in the forest, the sight of a geyser erupting, a sunset from the highest peak. Magic can only be found deep in nature, when you've completely surrendered yourself to the world around you and let go of whatever plagues your mind. For many years I was like you are. I didn't know what magic was, I

(____ and Camille are sitting in a forest. Night has fallen.) ____: Aren't the trees beautiful at night? Camille: Beautiful doesn't even begin to describe the diamonds I see in the leaves. The bright blue moonlight shimmers like the dawn of days. ____: The night air is refreshing, is it not? Camille: Like a cool splash of spring water in the midst of a scalding summer dream. ____: Does the darkness frighten you? Camille: Not in the slightest. The darkness is safe, like the warm embrace of a mother. ____: You see no monsters here? Camille: No monsters lurk in the forest, eager for the taste of iron and salt fear. They dwell in city abo