Mark scratched his head. Were the legends merely some kind of make-believe?
He did not have to wait to find that out. Somewhere ahead came a crunching sound of leaves, followed by the sound of snapping twigs.
Mark did not dare to move a muscle. He held his breath and listened intently. When the sound began to fade, his heart quickened. Should he follow?
Adrenalin kicked in, and before Mark knew it, he was already on the move.