The Two Worlds
that we
are very close,” she said. “It’s just ahead of us, in Redwood
Park.”
    She pointed straight ahead, but I was
already staring. Beautiful trees that seemed like skyscrapers stood
close together behind a small ridiculous sign that declared Redwood Park- Enter at Your Own Risk. The tree trunks were
thicker than I’ve ever seen, and their branches reached out far,
mingling with each other. Rena took a deep breath and motioned for
me to follow her. As we entered the park, I looked back and found
that I couldn’t see the way out and the only sunlight around was
now the few rays that the treetops permitted.
    “ This is always so
incredible,” Rena breathed, looking around. “My dad told me once
that Redwood Park is enchanted. They are just regular trees that
happen to look like redwoods. Look,” she added, pointing to our
left. “You can see that they seem to go on forever, like there are
thousands of them. But from the outside, it only looks like a few
huddled close together.”
    “ This is so cool,” I
admitted, continuing to survey my surroundings. The redwoods stood
strong and proud, causing me to feel like an intruder. Pausing next
to one, I smiled as I made a mental realization that I only came up
to the first few feet of the base. The actual trunks were majestic
and smooth, while others seemed twisted, appearing to have reached
around for something. We stepped quickly over thick roots that were
about the size of my legs, and vibrant green ferns brushed against
our thighs as we moved. Birds offered soft chirps, and I tried to
place where they were because the actual branches of trees didn’t
seem to begin until at least 150 feet up.
    “ We’re here,” Rena
announced, pleased with herself.
    “ How do you know? They all
look the same.”
    “ Because the DiGi told me.
It’s been flashing arrows the whole time. Have you actually studied
yours?” She put her DiGi back in her pocket, stepped up the nearest
redwood, and gave a gentle knock. “Redwood, would it be possible to
let us in?”
    I noticed she spoke in a weird
language, but I still understood it. The tree stood still for a
moment and then shifted. I felt the ground rumble, and I grabbed
onto the next tree for support. A small patch of the tree’s trunk
detached itself from the rest and slid over, creating a door for us
to enter. Rena looked at me, obviously excited, and walked in. I
felt my excitement build, too, and followed her.
    The actual inside of the Redwood took
my breath away again. From the outside, I only received a notion of
the width. But from the inside...I could fit Dia inside of it. I
instinctively looked up and couldn’t see the roof. Dim lights
peppered the inside, casting a faint glow on the small circular
chairs that were placed in two rows. Seated in the chairs were a
group of young kids that looked about my age, and sitting in front
of them was a small pale woman with brown, mousy hair that was
strewn all over her head. She looked up from a small box resting in
her lap and gave us a warm smile.
    “ Hello,” she said, giving a
curt nod. I noticed her voice didn’t echo. “I’m glad you found the
place all right. We were starting to wonder.”
    A few of the other kids gave us smiles
and nods, and the woman gestured to two empty seats among the
group. “Go on, take a chair. We’ve got business to get down to.”
She lifted the box from her lap and continued, “My name is Rowena
Holst, and I’m your Sector Leader. Welcome to the Awakener Group
3902B!” The other kids clapped, and Rena and I joined
in.
    “ Now, a few of you,” and she
gave a small smile towards us, “are new to this. That’s okay. It’s
what I’m here for. As you all should know by now, you are
Awakeners, part of a small group of gifted people here on Turgor.
As an Awakener, you breathe life into things, creatures, and in
rare cases, people. You help make Turgor what it is. Don’t ever
think that you’re not important.” Rowena raised the

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