Soul Of Polonias

We followed the path through the forest for a long time.

Everything around us buzzed with life.

The more we walked, the deeper into the woods we went until the path barely allowed us room to get through.

Tall, skinny trees with furry silver trunks grew tightly on either side of the trail. Or maybe they hadn't grown there but moved to make room after Leo's spell.

With him, such magic felt possible.

"Where is this person?" I finally asked after more than thirty minutes of non-stop walking. I wore my wedge sandals, the most comfortable heels around.

Still, enough was enough.

"At the Center," he answered, but didn't elaborate.

I huffed. He said the words, but they told me nothing.

Still, I strived for patience and kept walking, admiring the vegetation, the colorful flowers, and the random animals and birds we startled.

Probably an hour later, I was tired, hungry, and my feet hurt. Leo finally stopped.

"We're here," he said.

"Here" was truly magical.

A mountain wall shot straight up