the road and Erin came alongside him. He was staring off into the woods, but what he was looking at, she couldn’t see.
“So, where is this house?” She asked him.
“Just because you don’t see something, doesn’t mean it’s not there. Just as if you see something, is not proof that is exists” Folkstaff replied, and he turned Pathfinder toward the forest, leading the horse off the road, and actually walked through one of the trees before disappearing completely.
“Robert?”
Erin dismounted Elemia and cautiously approached the tree that had somehow swallowed her companion. Although she had expected it, it still seemed strange that her hand passed through the trunk as if it wasn’t there. What she hadn’t expected was someone grabbing her hand from the other side.
“It’s an illusion.” Folkstaff told her as he pulled her through.
She stood upon a narrow path that cut through the forest all the way to a small cabin nestled among the trees. When she turned around she could still see her horse standing on the road waiting for her, although it was as if she was looking through a sheet of water as it rippled before her. She reached out to touch it, and again her hand passed through without any resistance. Although it was there, it wasn’t there.
“An illusion?”
If this was an illusion, it went far beyond what she understood of the mystic arts.
“Pretty impressive actually.” Folkstaff replied as he crouched beside the path and searched through the grass.
“Impressive isn’t the word for it. How did you know?”
“As I said, you can’t believe everything you see.”
“Imagine going through all that trouble, just to hide out in the woods.” She said as she looked down the path toward the small dark cabin that now seemed more foreboding.
“Oh I don’t think our Mr. Draw had anything to do with it.” Folkstaff replied.
He wrapped his fingers around a small stone beside the path. There was nothing unusual about it, nothing that would have set it apart from any other stone, at least not to the average person. But Folkstaff was a certified level one Hunter with an edge in the sphere of earth, and the unique properties of this stone just sang out to him. It was like a beacon in the night. When he picked it up, the illusionary wall disappeared.
“Very impressive indeed.” Folkstaff remarked as he turned the stone over in his hand.
“If you don’t think Mr. Draw placed the illusion, then who did?” Erin asked.
He tossed her the stone. “That my dear, is a very good question.” He answered, “But if this Mr. Draw was trying to hide, just disguising the path would not be enough. No, this was place afterward.”
“A delaying tactic?”
“Quite possibly, maybe just a simple means of buying some time.”
“To kill Mr. Draw?”
“If that were the case, then there should have been something in the files by the previous investigators. It’s hardly something that would have gone unnoticed.”
“Unless it was one of the investigators that set it up . But why?”
She opened the files again and reread what the lead investigator had written. If what Folkstaff said was true, there should be something, an illusionary wall of this nature would not have gone unreported.
“We could debate that all day, or we can try to find out what it was that they were trying to hide.” Folkstaff remarked as he lead Pathfinder down the road. Erin closed the case file and followed with Elemia.
It was a simple dirt path that followed a random course through the trees to the clearing where the cabin sat. The cabin itself was small, a simple one room structure with a chimney, flower boxes under the windows and a small yard out front. It was not the type of place one goes to hide, but to escape, a place completely isolated from the world around.
Erin hitched her mare to one of the smaller trees and walked across the clearing to stand in front of the cabin. She fell into her edge and opened her mind,
“So, where is this house?” She asked him.
“Just because you don’t see something, doesn’t mean it’s not there. Just as if you see something, is not proof that is exists” Folkstaff replied, and he turned Pathfinder toward the forest, leading the horse off the road, and actually walked through one of the trees before disappearing completely.
“Robert?”
Erin dismounted Elemia and cautiously approached the tree that had somehow swallowed her companion. Although she had expected it, it still seemed strange that her hand passed through the trunk as if it wasn’t there. What she hadn’t expected was someone grabbing her hand from the other side.
“It’s an illusion.” Folkstaff told her as he pulled her through.
She stood upon a narrow path that cut through the forest all the way to a small cabin nestled among the trees. When she turned around she could still see her horse standing on the road waiting for her, although it was as if she was looking through a sheet of water as it rippled before her. She reached out to touch it, and again her hand passed through without any resistance. Although it was there, it wasn’t there.
“An illusion?”
If this was an illusion, it went far beyond what she understood of the mystic arts.
“Pretty impressive actually.” Folkstaff replied as he crouched beside the path and searched through the grass.
“Impressive isn’t the word for it. How did you know?”
“As I said, you can’t believe everything you see.”
“Imagine going through all that trouble, just to hide out in the woods.” She said as she looked down the path toward the small dark cabin that now seemed more foreboding.
“Oh I don’t think our Mr. Draw had anything to do with it.” Folkstaff replied.
He wrapped his fingers around a small stone beside the path. There was nothing unusual about it, nothing that would have set it apart from any other stone, at least not to the average person. But Folkstaff was a certified level one Hunter with an edge in the sphere of earth, and the unique properties of this stone just sang out to him. It was like a beacon in the night. When he picked it up, the illusionary wall disappeared.
“Very impressive indeed.” Folkstaff remarked as he turned the stone over in his hand.
“If you don’t think Mr. Draw placed the illusion, then who did?” Erin asked.
He tossed her the stone. “That my dear, is a very good question.” He answered, “But if this Mr. Draw was trying to hide, just disguising the path would not be enough. No, this was place afterward.”
“A delaying tactic?”
“Quite possibly, maybe just a simple means of buying some time.”
“To kill Mr. Draw?”
“If that were the case, then there should have been something in the files by the previous investigators. It’s hardly something that would have gone unnoticed.”
“Unless it was one of the investigators that set it up . But why?”
She opened the files again and reread what the lead investigator had written. If what Folkstaff said was true, there should be something, an illusionary wall of this nature would not have gone unreported.
“We could debate that all day, or we can try to find out what it was that they were trying to hide.” Folkstaff remarked as he lead Pathfinder down the road. Erin closed the case file and followed with Elemia.
It was a simple dirt path that followed a random course through the trees to the clearing where the cabin sat. The cabin itself was small, a simple one room structure with a chimney, flower boxes under the windows and a small yard out front. It was not the type of place one goes to hide, but to escape, a place completely isolated from the world around.
Erin hitched her mare to one of the smaller trees and walked across the clearing to stand in front of the cabin. She fell into her edge and opened her mind,
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