Legend Of The Young Warlock

Samantha's Alter Ego

Red Vine Waterfall. Agranah Woods.

"What's this place?"

Samantha gasped, halting at the start of the vineyard with a hickory in the heart of it. The mystery of the space had her gaping;

There's a vast vineyard stretched before her. With tiny aisles of damp soil. But in the centre of this not too large, not too small Vineyard, was a Brook. Yea! A small body of water, surrounded by the vineyard. Yet, in the centre of the brook was a large Hickory tree with a deep hollow towards the base of its trunk. Water poured from the hollow and justifiably was responsible for the brook formed.

Samantha gulped as a gentle ray of the sunlight stung at her forehead; it's quite safe to say that the light had cast off every sense of gentility in it.

"Could she be here?"

She looked to her left and right, there was no interesting view. At least, no place of interest someone could be lurking. She turned to her back, an assembly of lofty trees beckoned at her.