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A flash of magic shattered my vision into a kaleidoscope of light. The stone patio was no longer under my feet. Instead, I was standing on a thick blanket of rotten palm fronds, matted ferns, and moss. I was deep in the jungle, the canopy so thick that the light was more like dusk than morning.

It only took an instant for me to catch my bearings before I started sprinting. The magical drone hummed behind me, pursuing me. The giant leaves of the jungle flashed past and slapped at my face and arms as I hurtled through the forest. All along the path I’d chosen, I could hear noises through the underbrush. Rattling, hissing, ominous growls. None of them were close enough to be dangerous. The smells were playing havoc with my mind. When the sheer number of scents hit my nostrils, I was shocked and appalled that they’d managed to get so many dangerous creatures on one island.

The air grew cold at the approach of a ghost, causing me to veer sharply to the north. The skin-crawling sensation of