The group breathed a sigh of relief as they exited the small room, stretching and taking deep breaths. The lilac sky and bright pink sun shone down on them and made the place eerie and sinister. "Why Frinda?" Alison asked her mother, when she managed to push her way through the small crowd towards her. “That is the hometown of the spirit. To get him to the other side, we have to take him to the place of his death. If we had released the spirit elsewhere, the consequences would be fatal; with this one, at least. It might help him embark on his new life if he is in a familiar environment,” he informed Carla Alison who grimaced. “But here? Why does it always involve this place?” Alison asked, looking resentfully at the edge of the forest. “I have no idea. I don't think I ever will,” Carla smiled. The walk was not towards the main village leading to the palace, but in the opposite direction. The edge of the forest seemed to extend for some distance as we passed through Frinda. The forest looked scary too, even though it was daytime in Frinda, the darkness coming from the wooded terrain gave Alison the feeling that someone was going to jump on them and kill them all. The twelve people walked two by two behind Lidah and Carla and each The person looked around curiously at the strange appearance of the forest and grass, which to Alison seemed to come from one of her Mr. Men books that she read when she was girl. Frezca occasionally tried to collect leaves that lay low on passing branches. But Concesta tapped him on the knuckles with the hilt of her sword, to stop his childish habit of joking. Alison, Simon and Matthew walked behind them all. A… middle of paper… the tension she suddenly felt around her wrists and ankles, and she took a deep breath hoping she wouldn't scream in pain and be seen. "Alison, I am. I will do my best to bring that spirit into the other world. You may feel disoriented; things may seem real to you. The spirit can do what it wants while remaining inside you. It may fight against what we are doing to it, but when he will go, you will be fine here, we will all. We will not leave you alone. Remember, many love you. we need to form a circle. Simon, I want you close to his head. He needs the warmth of your aura. We need the spirit to come out as easily as possible. No one needs to break the circle; Carla took a deep breath. “I'm ready to start.”