Leo 16. An angel appears to lost travelers and shows them the right direction.
The dusk was growing, and a lady’s dress was catching on branches and tearing at times as she walked. The child was weeping and hungry, the knight stoic but fearful behind his mask of calm. Their burdens grew heavier as they trudged uncertainly, the forest gradually darkening.
The witch had told them to beware this forest, for when dark came, those who became lost within it must never stop, for hapless travelers who fell asleep here were turned into trees. Hence the old saying, “You are either a part of the journey or part of the forest.”
And then one of them who walked ahead of the others saw in the distance a faint glow, a soft brightness that hovered amidst the trees, and all of them quickened their steps for fear that they might lose sight of it. Soon they reached the edge of the forest, and there, across a small meadow could just be seen, in the last fading light, the place they sought.
The next day none of them remembered the glow that had led them out of the forest, for it is of the nature of angels that they live in moments, being too vast to inhabit memory.