CHAPTER THIRTY TWO

"That's freaking annoying! Where else have you seen ugly pixies and even those headless monsters dancing together ..." Obligichaun said to himself. "But wait, where are they? I need to find Legolas."

In Obligichaun's head, a hive of bees began to swarm.

A restless and frost-covered clearing was bathed in red moonlight. A bone-chilling breeze spooked the small critters within the long grass, buzzing and chirping insects. These frigid gusts of wind blew in from the neighboring ocean, casting massive shadows across the surrounding terrain, hiding threats and causing illusions to sway back and forth. Large ancient oak trees worked as astute wardens, encircling the field and providing a sense of protection and obscurity, as well as a nice area for any creatures to rest undisturbed but yet dangerous.

His cap snagged on branches as he soared past the oak tree, darting around the birch trees' delicate black and white trunks. He came to a complete stop a meter away from