Chapter Thirty.

  Alone now in the woods, it looked ominous and eerily quiet. Even the sound of the horse's foot was silent. All that could be heard was the susurration of the leafs in the gusty winds. The old yellow and brown leafs hustled in the the wind, as the sound of dead, weak trees, creaked at every push the wind gave. The horse neighed as if complaining why we weren't there yet. And he was right. The funniest thing was that, I didn't even know where I was heading to. I halted the horse to a stop, then went under a huge tree with my guide–the magical book, to lead the way. After sitting down on the heaves of leaves that pilled up on the floor, I took out my dagger to feed the book of its food. Blood.

"Nothing?" I found myself muttered when I saw that the book showed nothing on the page. It just remained blank. At first when I brought out the dagger to cut myself on purpose, it hurt a lot. The process of putting a blade straight through your skin, was de