Robin stumbled into the dance, feet kicking up detriment and not quite matching the the girl’s silent tempo.  Fireflies fluttered around them in their own private dance, and a soft pulsating purple light blanketed them as if the entire moment was alive.  The light shone right through the girl, only illuminating her dirtied dress and the untouched flowers on her head.  The ethereal seconds she danced dazed her, but it quickly passed as they continued their trek further into the ominous forest.

The owl flew ahead, garland in it’s grip, as blood leaked onto the flowers and the forest floor. The fireflies continued their dance ahead.  Where they were going, Robin didn’t know, but there was nowhere to go but forward.  Taking a brief moment to look behind    her, Robin noticed all the lights had disappeared.  She paused and stared at the darkness behind them; it was as if any presence behind them had disappeared.  Only the void remained.

The smell of fire wafted in the air from an unidentifiable direction and she rushed ahead to meet the rest; the owl flew clumsily and disappeared from view, past a particularly thick throng of trees.  they had emerged out into a clearing, where the sound of rushing water clashed with the screaming of the burning forest.  

Robin froze, lantern still tucked under her shirt.  They had only moved in a straight line—how was this possible?  She took in her surroundings; two across the river on the side of the rampant flames; two on the metal bridge, a sturdy thing over a chaotic river; and the rest next to her, staring wide eyed at the strangers.  Her eyes fell upon the green light coming from the boy.  He clutched the lantern tightly to his chest as orb pulsated from within a familiar lantern.

The fire roared, its hungry tendrils reaching farther up into the night sky.  The girl across the rapids crumpled to the floor, a dart imbedded in her neck, and  a flash of white emerged in the bushes.  Robin slowly moved backwards, keeping a steady eye on the rest of the people; she lifted the lantern, and it’s light grew in intensity, mirroring that of the green lantern.  

The strangers would have to move to their side of the river to escape the fire, but Robin was hesitant to turn back and head into the forest.  It was a tricky one that would most likely lead them to disarray. The green lantern that so closely mirrored her own must have some purpose--She stood close to MC and the flower girl, grounded by the determination to discover the truth and readying herself to react at the first sign of malice.