The Hycinian Forest…’Yes you have reached the place of your stories’..a voice seemed to say…step carefully on the leaves in your path’ they are covered with special ash’…’what is this’? ‘a number on a tree? and then ‘all the trees have a number …it must be some code…’ the trees are dark , no black’ no dark brown…
just then a silhoutte of a horse appeared ,it came closer- no rider
‘is it from the Lord of The Rings? ‘No….the Light grew stronger,breath of the horse grew closer and warmer…’have never sat on a horse’ …whose horse is it ? Blackolor Barks,Brownies,Parrots feathers,..
‘No Lion lives here’ No Tigers’ Nor Elephants…here there is ..but ash…and now …The Black Diamond Gate…All the secrets of the forest are….the horse turned, soft silky tail lashed across ….the eyes…