The Whispering Woods and the Worried WillowThe moment Leo stepped through the portal, the air changed. It was cooler, filled with the scent of wet earth and blooming night-flowers, even though a soft, dappled light filtered through the canopy high above. The trees were the most amazing things he had ever seen. Their bark shimmered with a gentle, internal luminescence, painting the entire forest in hues of silver and gold. This was the Glimmerwood.“Whoa,” Leo breathed, his earlier fear replaced by wonder.“The Compass is detecting the source of the distress,” Fable stated, hovering by his shoulder. The device in Leo’s