Marlboro Red II - Briarwood Album Outro:Knights of Vengeance: The Dream Walker & The Valley of the Lost
The night air in the Forest of Silence was heavy, not just with moisture, but with a palpable, almost suffocating dread. The trees, gnarled and blackened, seemed to lean in, their skeletal branches reaching like grasping hands. Will Vandom, leading the unusual group, shivered. "Are we sure this is the right way?" she whispered, her voice barely a thread in the oppressive quiet.
Beside her, Prince Phobos, his pale, angular face a mask of cold stoicism, scoffed. "Deltora's maps are a convoluted mess. But according to the legend, this forest is the only path to finding our father." He adjusted his dark tunic, the fabric whispering against his crossed arms.
"Don't be cruel, Phobos," Elyon Brown admonished gently, her own blue eyes scanning the darkness as she walked beside her royal siblings of Meridian. "We're here for King Xayden. We can't afford to turn back now."
A rustling in the underbrush froze them all. Will immediately brought up her hands, a faint light pulsing in her palms. But it was only Leif, the young warrior from Deltora, who stepped into view with his sword drawn.
Behind him stood Peter Pevensie, gripping the hilt of Rhindon, and Tommy Oliver, clad in his legendary Green Ranger suit with the Golden Shield gleaming faintly under the canopy. Standing right beside Tommy were the three Paper Sisters: Michelle Chesterfield, book-obsessed and casual as ever; Maggie Mui, towering quietly behind her; and young Anita King, looking thoroughly annoyed by the damp wilderness.
"The path narrows up ahead," Leif warned, adjusting the Belt of Deltora around his waist.
"Great, more trees," Anita grumbled, folding a loose piece of paper into a tight, sharp throwing star just to pass the time. "I thought this place was supposed to be a shortcut."
Michelle just smiled, pulling a paperback from her pocket despite the dim light. "Oh, cheer up, Anita! Every great quest has a dramatic forest sequence."
"Keep your voices down," Peter commanded quietly, looking toward a solitary, antique lamp-post standing inexplicably amidst the ancient trees. "Narnia has taught me that strange lights in dark woods rarely mean safety."
"Peter's right," Tommy said, his voice resonant through his green helmet as he kept his hand near his Dragon Dagger. "Something's coming."
Across a deep chasm, a massive stone bridge led toward a distant medieval castle silhouetted against the night sky. Beyond it, improbably, neon blues and purples lit up the horizon from a sprawling metropolis.
Maggie pointed toward the glow, her voice soft but steady. "Look... the neon lights. Is that where King Xayden was taken?"
"Only one way to find out," Phobos murmured, stepping forward alongside Will and Elyon. Together with the High King of Narnia, the Green Ranger, and the Paper Masters of Hong Kong, the royal siblings of Meridian pressed deeper into the dark, resolved to rescue their father.
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