We were lost in the enchanted woods.

“Some shortcut, Krayg!” Tixen’s green eyes flashed.

“Relax,” I said. “Krayg, find some kindling. Night’s coming.”

We huddled close around the flames.

“Now,” I said, “a spell to read the stars… Where did my wand go? Krayg, what did you use for kindling?”

This story was based on the prompt “in the woods” at TypeTrigger.