The day broke in the east as the young monarch set forth on her perilous quest to regain the enchanted sword, taking with her trackers whose forefathers had been trackers also. For three months and more, they traveled diligently from sunrise to sunset following the spies' trail. Vivid fog and shadows gathered at the edge of the haunted forest which stood in stark contrast to the verdant borderlands. Hag-ridden by fear the trackers looked helplessly at each other with grave and silent faces until one weary-boned greybeard said, "Please, Your Royal Highness, no one ever dares go there because it is haunted by evil spirits."

Haunted forest tree

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