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Emerith laughed at his first question. Where would I even begin? Suffice it to say that the amulet is endowed with its own magic. As for the survivors...

She did not speak again in the next half hour of walking. Her four hooves sought the ground so surely that it seemed she followed a path, but Theron saw no such opening or trail. If he misstepped, it seemed that the trees moved to bar him in, yet they opened slightly for Emerith. Well, she was a unicorn. Ruler of the forest and all that.

The survivors were a ragtag group of six children. With Theron teetering on the edge of manhood, that made seven children in all. The oldest of the survivors was a ten year old girl with wide brown eyes. The others were all very young, one little toddler still learning to walk. They were playing quietly when Theron approached. Except for the girl standing over them with a solemness in her eyes, they seemed untouched by their narrow brush with death.

Hailie, Emerith called the girl. Look what I found wandering in the woods today. His name is Theron.

Hailie turned to Theron expectantly. "Where are you from?"

Theron will be taking you back home.

The girl's eyes teared up something awful. "Thank you...Theron." She tried out the boy's name, and it didn't seem so bad on her tongue. The poor girl was probably tired of screaming toddlers.

Emerith left, but was soon back with packs floating on the ground in front of her. On second glance, they weren't floating at all-- there were small people holding them up and marching forward.

Food, clothing. Take it for your journey.

The little people set it down and bowed towards Theron and the little girl. Some of them were panting from the effort.