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We, Tarabas and I, continued our journey through the dark, strange forests. Just when I felt especially desperate and down, fearing not ever to find my beloved Fantaghiró, a bright light appeared in front of our faces. I flinched, because I was taken by extreme surprise and even Tarabas had a shocked expression on his face, I could see it, even if he tried to hide his fear. The light got whiter and took shape, when a beautiful woman stepped out of it. I recognized her immediately. I recalled that fateful sunny day, when Fantaghiró and I first met. Back then she told me that Fantaghiró would be a nymph, a pure creature of the forest. Still, I couldn´t forget about her enchanting eyes... The woman who now gave us a warm smile, was the White Witch. My head was spinning with questions. "White Witch! But...your powers were gone...", I was confused. She stepped towards me and gently took my hands into her warm grasp. "I was able to gain back some of my strength, after the dark reign of Darken had been vanquished.", she explained to me. Next to me, Tarabas dared not say a word. He uncomfortably shifted his weight from one foot to another and avoided the witche´s gaze. Obviously, he still was full with guilty feelings. But the White Witch gave him an assuring look. "Do not be confused. I am here to help you.", she started to explain her presence and then lead us towards a small hidden alley, right between some very old and large trees. "Follow this path and you soon will enter Neverwhere.", she smiled...
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