The Forst -

"Take it," the voice sighed, a gentle breeze ruffling Elias’s hair. "But remember: the Forst keeps what is forgotten. Do not forget her."

He found the locket caught on a low-hanging branch of a tree that looked more like a frozen giant than a plant. As he reached for it, a voice like rustling leaves whispered in his ear. "Few return for what is lost," the voice murmured. the forst

Elias stood at the edge of the tree line, his boots sinking into the soft, black earth. He had lived in the village of Oakhaven his entire life, and for all eighteen of those years, he had been told the same thing: Never step past the silver birches. "Take it," the voice sighed, a gentle breeze

Elias froze, his hand trembling. "It’s all I have left of her." As he reached for it, a voice like