About The White River

Olive gulped down in fright. That simple river that looked so beautiful? It turned Wayne into what he was? How in the world?

“I...can't believe this,” she muttered under her breath.

“Mufasa had said that the river didn't make me what I turned out to be. It only opened the door to it,” Wayne stated as he looked into space.

“How did you manage to even go to that side? At what age?”

“When I was five, I followed my father to watch some trees being cut down for timber at the Lochill Woods. He had no idea I had wandered off and gotten lost. I saw the river and entered. I was just a kid,” he answered and shrugged.

Olive exhaled and looked at his eyes. So dark and cold. To her, he didn't deserve to live the life he lived. If only he could have a little light in him. To be a little like a normal person.

“Why didn't the river have any effect on me? The only thing I felt was that it was ice cold which you later warmed. Or, was it because you warmed it? That was why it didn't affect me?”

“No. To