Agrobagh and the Forest
A bird chirped three times, and the sound echoed across the unabating forest. It was then that Agrobagh knew where he was. “No.” Agrobagh muttered quietly. “Not here.” Agrobagh remembered this place. While it was many years ago, he could never forget. It felt like the forest kept going, and he was sure he had been going in circles. It was supposed to only be an old wives’ tale- something children were told to keep them f...