Ready or not, here I come.

Lenox pov

An enthusiastic walk through the forest, yes, that's precisely what I have planned for tonight. There is no damage done by a clueless, absolutely harmless fellow strolling around in a beautiful place.

A harmless guy with a hammer and a knife, but that's beyond the point.

For the record: I, for a fact, don't think I'm doing anything wrong.

Following the excuse I gave my brother, I head towards the forest. Very enthusiastically, if I may add.

God, I love this enthusiastic approach to things- even my steps feel lighter, and I almost cross the border before realising I've reached the target area.

My eyes scan the surroundings as I inhale sharply. "No patrol," I mutter. Interesting. Surely, they'd sense, or at least notice, a very enthusiastic stranger approaching their territory, wouldn't they?

One step would be enough for me to find myself in a different territory, but no one appears even after I wait for five minutes. From what I've heard, their patrol reaches the border be