The buses rolled to a stop at the edge of the city where the road simply ended and the forest began.
It was a clear and distinct boundary, one moment open streets and buildings, and then suddenly a wall of towering trees stretching in both directions as far as the eye could see.
The canopy above was dense and layered, and the air that drifted out from between the trunks was noticeably cooler and heavier with the scent of earth and leaves.
The students filed out and gathered in rows on the open ground outside the tree line.
Morgana stood at the front facing them, holding a flat box in one hand. She hadn't said anything yet, and nobody had thought to ask what was inside it.
Then she moved.
Or rather for many she vanished.
One moment she was standing in front of them. The next she was gone, and before anyone could react or even draw a breath, she reappeared in the exact same spot as though she had never left at all.
