The Cat Remembers (3)

The black cat turned to look at Puck and he was silent for a few seconds, his eyes turning to big slits of blue and gold. "You have much to know, but for now, we must make haste."

The elfen warrior was utterly confused. Just how much of the daemons does the faey people really know of?

They seem to be oblivious of important things that only a select knew of.

"This is it. Stay calm, and do not ever show any emotions." Warned the dream spirit.

They had arrived at the top most part of the giant tree now, the branches left were the ones that made a canopy above them. An umbrella of leaves and beautiful purple flowers that bloomed as they arrived.

The top had a hollow opening, and they entered it with much caution.

Inside the hollow trunk, moss grew wild all around. There were also a handful of toadstools that glowed, leading them towards an elevated pathway that wound downwards.