Mission-A Falling Star

Beryl walked up to the wilds clearing, admiring the forests thick wall of tress that just says *no trespassing.* She took a few steps forward into the brush, taking clam strides as she moved farther deeper into the wilds, taking precaution with every step. *Enhance: senses* allowing her a greater alertness to whatever can and could come near. "I hope she makes it.......especially if things turn south."

The deeper Beryl went into the wilds, the thicker the trees became, leaving very little room to traverse through with ease. The canopy of the wilds blocked out the sun's rays creating a dark atmosphere. Farther and farther she went, howling began to break out within the wilds, echoing, piercing Beryl's ears as a cold chill passed her body.