Finding her sister

The moon slipped behind clouds as Dora and Ryder set foot beneath the dense canopy of the Whispering Woods. The twisting branches overhead muffled the world outside and swirled with shadows. Each step they took felt heavy, as if the trees themselves watched their every move.

Ryder paused, turning to stand close beside Dora. His eyes were serious.

“Dora this place is dangerous,” he whispered, tone low. “We should go around the woods. It’s slower, but ...