cenicienta looked out at the mountains that the carriage passed by. "What mountains are these?" She asked not taking her eyes off the white peaks.

Milo looked up from his book and out at the mountains. "Um, I think that is the white mountains of Duahra. The mark the end of Duahra and the beginning of the Broenbae. Soon they will turn into the black mountains of Broenbae. After that-"

"After that we will blah blah blah. We know. We know. She just asked what mountains they were." Interrupted Jim who was reclining siguiente to Milo. Milo opened his mouth to say something but decided not to. He hung his head and went back to his book. cenicienta gave Jim a look. Jim sighed heavily.

"So why exactly do they call them the white and black mountains?" Asked Jim trying to cheer Milo up. Which of course perked Milo up.

"Well, it has to do with the mountains of Duahra always being white. But the trees lining the mountain are called white pines. The black mountains of Broenbae are called black because of black pines that grow no the slopes but más importantly for the rumors about the forest. Its-"

"Rumors?" asked Jim interested. He sat up and faced Milo now at attention. cenicienta was intently listening to. Milo smiled.

"Yes, rumors. At the base the mountain is a forest. The locals call it the Wood. Its shrouded in mystery and legend." Jim leaned in closer as Milo continued. "For nearly a century it has been a fuente of fear and disappearances."

"Disappearances? What kind of disappearances?" cenicienta asked concerned.

"Well, the different game in the Wood is slim so the hunting has declined but then girls from local villages around the Wood disappeared. Some boys as well. Now people avoid the wood all together usually." Milo paused and then thought of something else. "Sometimes travelers go missing when they travel along the Wood. But its a rare occurrence." Milo obliviously went back to his book. Jim sat back thinking about the Wood and how cool it would be to explore it. cenicienta however was not as casual as the guys.

"Are we traveling por the Wood?" She asked. Milo didn't hear her and continued reading. She looked at Jim who shrugged. She gently nudged Milo's leg. He still didn't hear her. "Milo!" She yelled as she kicked him harder.

"What?! Ow!" Milo rubbed his shin and whined. "That hurt."

"I said, Are we traveling por the Wood?" cenicienta repeated herself.

"We might. We won't know until we get to Brunswort village. If the pass through the mountains is blocked then yes we will." Rubs his shin some more. "Its not a big deal. There just rumors. There is nothing to worry about."

Milo eyed her cautiously and went back to his book. Looking up ever so often to check he wasn't going to get kicked again. Jim reclined cleaning his nails. cenicienta watched out the window. She had an odd feeling that the rumors were más than rumors. But surly she was worrying for no reason. She shook her head and tried to think of something else but she couldn't shake the eerie feeling she got thinking of the Wood and the rumors surrounding it.

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The three girls were dropped into the garden as the beast landed a few yards away. The girls quickly got to their feet and backed away from the beast that had now turned from beast to man and was coming toward them.

"Well now! What do tu have to say for yourselves?!" Yelled the man as he threw up his hands and walked toward them. The brunette stood in front of the other two girls.

"You can't keep us here forever! No matter how long we are here we won't stop trying to get away." She placed her hands on her hip defiantly.

"Well. If that's the way tu feel maybe tu should spend some más time to think about it." The man waved his hand and a shroud of purple mist surrounded the brunette girl. When it disappeared in her place was a vixen. She narrowed her purple eyes and hissed at him.

"Do tu think it brings me pleasure to do this?" Asked the man.

"Yes." dicho the white haired girl barely audible. The raven haired girl shot her a warning look. The didn't hadn't heard her. He shook his head at the zorra, vixen and the two girls.

"What am I going to do with you? What am I going to do?!" He shook his head again and started to walk off. He stop in front of the white haired girl and gently grabbed her chin and looked into her eyes. She looked away from his gaze. "I trust there won't be any incidences while I'm away?" He waited for her answer.

"No sir, we won't cause any trouble." She dicho softly and hung her head. He smiled and disappeared into the garden. When he was gone the girls went to their friend.

"Oh Meg." dicho the raven haired girl as she bent down to her friend. licked her paw and ruffled her tail.

"Jasmine its okay. She just has a few más hours as a zorro, fox than normal. Be glad it wasn't anything worse than this." dicho the white haired girl as she sat siguiente to her friends. Meg gave a snort and continued to fix her fur. jazmín sighed.

"Malta, we shouldn't be happy for anything from him." jazmín paused and sighed again. "But I am happy it wasn't anything worse." Meg snorted again. "Well it could have been worse. He could have-"

"Jasmine! Megara! Amalthea!" called a young woman with wavy black hair. She ran toward the girls. jazmín jumped up and ran toward her. Both girls hugged. jazmín pulled back and held her friend at arms length.

"I'm so sorry we left you. We were going to come back for tu and everyone once we got free." jazmín dicho apologetically.

"No no. I told tu to go on. I glad tu guys are okay." Looks over to Amalthea and Meg. "Oh Meg. What did tu do?" She asked as she and jazmín walked over.

"What do tu think she did Esmeralda? She talked back." dicho jazmín shaking her head. Esmeralda smiled.

"That's are girl." she dicho proudly. "We better get back to the other girls and tell them what happened. Since no one seems to be going anywhere." Amalthea, Esmeralda, and jazmín go up and started walking further into the garden. "Are tu coming Meg?"

Meg rolled her eyes and slowly got up. She followed the girls but at her own pace.