Blackfeather Woods flashed junk mind

The sole sound of the word magic as spoken in the white witch's lips made Keelut's soul ooze with excitement. He had heard the term from his parents and some of the other adults, and the meaning of it, although still unclear and confusing, was the seed of Keelut's imagination.

"Yes!" he agreed joyfully and promptly placed himself next to the weird-eyed witch to follow her lead. Keelut had learned a lot of his father's beliefs and even adopted them as his own; but he also knew that there was something he wasn't being told, that there was a mystery to these woods and a force within it to which he had not yet been introduced.