You struggle with the rotting bridge biker and realize that with each twist the biker’s arm tears and crackles. Soon the arm comes off with one final pull. The biker is none the wiser; you give him back his arm and walk away, thankful that you escaped with your life.
You go straight across the path, back to the familiar territory. You are now traveling along a path that oversees a gulley, somewhat bowl-shaped and flat at the very center. It is surrounded by streams.
You now stand at a fork in the path; you have been here before. To your immediate left is a cliff that juts upward onto a flat platform overlooking the gulley below. Straight ahead the path goes almost straight down hill. To your right is the exit to the Labyrinthine Forest.
Perhaps you have had enough of the woods for one day? The rangers would never believe what you have seen and have fought off. Yet you have not really explored a lot of ground yet.
The down hill path looks really steep, yet you wonder what is down there… is that a sled directly across from you?
Then there is the cliff. Looking out across the gulley will give you a better idea of where you are and what the Labyrinthine Forest has to offer. Yet as you consider your options you hear cries for help beyond the cliff.
You may not have a choice in this matter– if you are unwilling to help. Otherwise you must look to see who is calling for help…..
**This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is conceived. **