Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted (Ava and Lucas)

Chapter 284 Ava: Yet Another Strange Forest

Shaking off the morbid thoughts clouding my mind, the images of war and supernatural chaos, I breathe deeply and close my eyes.

Focus, Ava. There's work to be done.

Concentrating on that elusive string of connection I can feel deep within me, it's like a gossamer thread. Barely visible, but undeniably present.

I tug at it gently, as if saying hello to an old friend. No response.

I press on, trying to deepen the connection, fumbling along in this strange magical mental space. It's like groping in the dark, unsure of what I'm looking for.

The sound of Lisa's breathing and subtle movements a few feet away threaten to break my concentration, and it's an effort to push those distractions aside, diving deeper into the recesses of my mind. The world around me fades away, replaced by a vast emptiness.

Then, I'm falling.

By now, the sensation is familiar enough for me not to panic, waiting it out as space whizzes past at breakneck speed.

My stomach lurches, instinctual panic taking hold of my body; my mind might understand that I'm not falling, but every physical reflex of mine insists that it is.

And then, a torturous second or two later, it's gone and I'm alone in the middle of what looks like the creepiest forest to exist on the planet.

Gnarled, dead branches wrap together in a dense canopy of trees that block out the majority of light.

Dead leaves litter the ground, crackling and crunching beneath my feet, but there's a shocking lack of underbrush. It's like walking inside an unfinished painting.

There's a pond, of course. Why is there always water? Is it symbolic, or just coincidence?

Unlike the pond where I met with the Moon Goddess, this one is so murkily dark that it seems filled with black water. Just looking at it makes my skin crawl, and I step back reflexively, not wanting to get near the edge—even when I'm a solid ten feet away already.

There's an unnatural quiet to the space. No birds singing. No insects buzzing. Fuck, I'd take a cicada to break up the oppressively creepy environment. But no.

crunching with

direction, seemingly endless. The trees all look the same—tall, dark, and foreboding. There's no path, no

not a ripple in sight. I approach the water's edge, peering into its depths. For

reflections on the

Whatever this pond is, it might look like water, but I have a

into it, it sinks without

to self: Don't

to connect with your magic.

breeze stirs the branches overhead. It carries a

to catch the

is my

sort of evil overlord. Dead trees. Creepy, murky water.

kind of thing I want associated with my

Goddess, it was bright

just

my way closer. There's some sort of glint in the inky water, and I'm pretty sure

glimpse of that elusive glint. It's maddening, like trying to catch light with my bare hands. Every time I think I've spotted it, it slips away, dancing

mutter, leaning forward. My reflection should be visible on the surface, but there's nothing. Just that darkness

up to walk around, rubbing them to ease the tension building behind

This isn't working.

about

can't hear anything. I'm not about to try drinking the water, even if someone tells me it's the source of all magic. So

I've been…

Fuck.

Wait a second.

this place... it's not real. Not in the way the physical world is. It's connected to my

like a dunce, I close my eyes. Instead of trying to see or hear or smell, I reach out with something else.