My Journey into Pontrey Greens
- Vanez Faer
Day __
I did not date this first entry as Day I because I am not starting my quest yet. Well, I actually think I should start off at the beginning. Two days ago I got in an argument with Harver about the forest at the end of Pontrey Road. I was telling the usually “fairy-tale” story to the children at the library about the forest. At the end, as usual, they all loved the story and clapped and cheered and just started talking all about it. Harver just had to walk up to me and embarrass me in front of all of them. I can’t believe it. he walked up to me and asked if I had ever been into the forest to know if all of these fantastic things were real. Of course, then, I had to tell him and the children the other story. This is what I told them, well, maybe not word for word but close enough.
The mystical forest, Pontrey Greens, is supposed to be a magical place. There have been many people who went into Pontrey Greens for the day just for picnic trip to a place that not many people go to. They stay in for the day, sometimes seeing the magical creatures, but when they get out they don’t remember a thing. Their memory is completely whipped once they come back out. The things that I have told to you today aren’t actually true, they are all just fairy tales that we have made up into a story. There have only been 3 people to go into the forest on the quest to find out more. 2 of them never came back. The only one that came back was found nine days after he ventured in. He was found on the road right outside the forest, dead. In his pocket was his journal, with nothing in it and about thirty pages ripped from out from it. Clutched in his hand was a map that was caked with dried blood and a gaping hole in the palm of his hand that looked like something had actually lacerated its way out from the inside. No one has ventured in since that day that he was found.
Of course after I told that story the children were all disappointed that I had lied to them and Harver just stood there laughing at me. That day I made a promise to the children, that I would venture into Pontrey Greens and keep a journal to show them all of the magical things that are actually in there. Tomorrow is the day that I head in. I’ve got my pack with ten days worth of food and my journal and pencil. And I’m getting the map tomorrow that the town museum has from the man who was found dead. Supposedly he found a few things and added notes onto the map that would most likely heighten the experience that I will have in Pontrey Greens.
