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The sprite, Serena, darted about the overhanging branches with the caprice of a hummingbird. William was not at all certain that they should trust the creature, but his hesitant words had fallen on deaf ears. Tamara might be more adept at sorcery, and more dedicated to her studies, but William had done his share of studying as well. Or, at the very least, quite a bit of perusing. Enough to know that one did not give one's trust to mischievous and often fierce magical creatures such as wood sprites without making the little nasties earn a bit of confidence first.
That was Tamara, though. She worked on instinct. Thus it was left to William to accompany her, however reluctantly, for there would be no stopping her, that was for certain. Fortunately, her instincts usually turned out to be trustworthy. Usually.
It did not seem possible, but the darkness in the forest seemed to grow even darker. William stepped around a massive tree whose trunk was gnarled and bent like an old woman's fingers and he paused to look upward. Somewhere up there was daylight. The sun was shining, or at the very least in combat with the gray and dreary sky. Yet from here it seemed as though the only thing beyond the canopy of tree branches above was the black of a starless night.
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