Morida, the bright haired girl was pulling Lori along thru the woods. It was very easy for her to traverse thru the trees, but Lori was having some difficulty. Also ever since Morida took her hand, Lori was able to see things that she had never seen before. There were creatures and people in these woods that normal people would not believe existed. She had actually seen what she thought was a unicorn with wings and she pointed it out to Morida. Morida sternly warned her not to call that horse a unicorn. It would be insulting. And then she was told that Unicorns were a myth and did not exist. So she took a second look at the creature and it turned to her and winked. Lori made a little gasp and tried even harder to keep up with her new friend.

Suddenly her guide stopped. She stood still and quiet. Lori looked around and saw a tall Cedar tree in front of them. Morida let go of Lori’s hand and slowly approached the tree. She walked in between the branches and put her hands on the trunk. She began to hum and then right before Lori’s eyes, she melted into the tree and was gone.

Lori was stunned and now alone. She had a feeling that she should run away, but deep within her heart a voice was assuring her that all was well.

After a bit, Lori heard something approach her from behind. She turned to see the horse with the horn and wings walking up to her. The horse was a deep black, but its wings had gray at the tips and there was some gray on either side of its head. And at some moments as the horse approached, it appeared as though she could see through the wings. It came right up to her and started sniffing her, then its eyes went wide, “You’re a human.” Then sniffing again even harder she spoke again, “but I also smell sprite in you. Who are you?”

”My name is Lori.” First a fairy, then a girl that melts into a tree now a talking horse. It was like she had left earth and had gone somewhere else. “And who are you?”

“I have a very long name, but you may call me Setag.” She stepped back a bit, tilted her head as if to get a better look at the child, “You have been here before. I remember you. You were such a little one back then. So you are here to see the Garthlac again.”