Tania was beginning to get uneasy when Wind started going down towards the valley taking a winding path down the slope. She tried to remember every spell that she had learned from the books she had read the past few weeks. She had learnt them so well it was as if she already knew them and they came to her naturally. Yet, when they entered the woods, she couldn't shake the uneasiness. She could scent the coppery smell of dark spells, the kind that could bring forth the dead or maybe bring demons from a different world.
"Don't be so restless, Tania," said Eltanin as they entered the shadowed avenues of the snow-covered forest.
