During the entire afternoon, Max felt that disturbing sensation down in his spine, that SOMETHING was following them. A soft rustle of leaves, a blurry figure at the eyes corner… and the almost unpercetible sound of something breathing or, should I say… sniffing.

And it was horrifying.

Of course, it could be just his mind tricking him. After all, he has been passing through some quite stressful situations recently. It is expected one may suffer from slight mood alterations and/or paranoia. Or both.

There was also the this-is-a-magic-land-so-magic-things-happen-on-a-daily-basis factor, one that could never be excluded from any calculation, ever. They were walking upon a magic soil, a land where once rivers of pure magic energy flew vividely. And, to add up on the not-so-cool pile, a land where tragedy and curse were casted upon.

Max remembered what Mr. Rabbit said:

“As we aproach Thelesis, it’s magic force shall get more powerful, and so will it’s illusionisms and abstracta. Only those worthy of heart shall prevail.”

Max thinks about Thelesis, the powerful magic… thing? Being? He wasn’t exactly sure.

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