F3 Forest of Dread

     On most days, I didn't go anywhere near the Forbidden Forest, but a Good witch wanted a special mushroom from the forest. Knights thought the task beneath them, and peasants were scared of the forest's reputation. I didn't mind. It was something to do, and gave me a change of scenery.
     I came to a clearing,
the one that separated the Forbidden Forest from the Golden Wood. I stopped, weighing my options. The Forbidden Forest was home to wolves, orcs, goblins, ogres, and kobolds all eager to cause trouble. The Golden wood was filled with singing birds, chipmunks, squirrels, deer, sprites, fairies, and alll manner of helpful, pleasant forest creatures.
     Once I set foot in the Wood, I would be safe from all harm, and find all manner of help and aid. I could turn and keep in the Forbidden Forest, following it until I reached the King's road several hours later. The paths in the Wood had taken only an hour. I sighed, walking into the Golden Wood, where the sun's light penetrated more than it had in the clearing, and the whole forest seemed alive with music and life. New Yorkers were not well suited to the too cheerful Golden Wood. I missed Brooklyn.