He got out of his car and stared at the building, before sneezing violently. I panicked, pacing back and forth on the window sill.

"Run!" Said Zara urgently and pushed me off.

I fell to the ground and surprisingly landed on my feet. What do you know, it is true. Zara began dragging me to some bushes, but I didn't want to go.

"Zara! Let me go!" I hissed, swiping at her.

She ignored me till we were safely inside the spherical plant. Then she turned and stared me down with an angry expression.

"What are doing! That's a human, humans are evil."

"He's also my father, and he's probably looking for me!" I gasped, running out of the hedge.

"Zach!"

I ignored her while pacing forward, trying to get his attention.

"Dad! Dad it's me," I said, when he finally turned around.

He looked surprised, then a an angry expression burned across his facial nerves. I froze, and he lunged towards me. I hissed and ran, suddenly feeling threatened. He chased me across the parking lot, but I soon got ahead of him. Being more agile and powerful. A small sigh of relief ran through me as Zara matched my stride. I cursed myself for my idiocy. If my father hated my pictures, actually being a winged cat, I mean Ice-claw, would be worse, I just didn't know why.

We kept running, at a slower pace than before. And we soon hit long stretches of hills with trees dotted here and there. It was here we finally walked.

"What were you thinking?" gasped Zara.

"He was my father okay! I just kind of figured..." I trailed off, and cast my eyes to the ground.

Zara gave me a sympathetic look. And then we walked in a heavy silence. The trees started getting thicker and thicker. My fur stood on end as a whispery voice started floating among the branches. Was I hearing things?

Come, come, your kind is welcome here.

I glanced sideways at Zara. She just kept walking as if nothing happened. I could have sworn I just heard a voice. I tread lightly among the moss covered ground, it was damp and cold, I shivered. I heard a breath behind me, and whipped around. I was surprised at how sharp my hearing had become.

"Are you okay?" She asked me.

"The voices, can't you hear them?" I asked.

She pricked her ears, and for those few moments the forest was completely silent.

"I don't hear anything."

I sighed and we kept walking. Then I heard something else, and spun around.

Zachariah.

"There! Did you hear that?" I exclaimed.

She laughed. "Oh, those are just trees."

I gaped at her. "Just trees? Trees don't make any noise! What are you talking about?"

"Well, when someone the forest doesn't want here, wanders in, the forest turns them into trees. Only really special ones can still project their thoughts out."

"Oh, I guess that makes sense, in a strange, unnatural, creepy sort of way," I said, almost understanding.

We kept walking, I was jittery whenever mysterious voices drifted by, occasionally calling out my name. It was seriously giving me the heebie jeebies. Zara was completely chill though. I imagine she was more at home now, this was her forest after all.

"Hey Zara?"

"Ah hmm?"

"How are we going to change me back? To Human?" I asked.

She paused, and gave me a concerned look. "I.... Don't know, I suppose my father could help, after he's done punishing me."

"Punishing you?" I asked.

"Yeah.... We kinda had an argument, then I just, ran, and then I was knocked out of the sky and this happened," she shook her wing in the cast.

"Oh, well how long have you been gone?"

"A few days?" She breathed.

"Oof," I sympathized.

There was a brief awkward silence, before I tripped, and Zara laughed. It was the first time I heard her legitimately laugh. Despite my embarrassment, I felt better.

The tree line abruptly ended. And I gasped in amazement. Some of the tallest trees I have ever seen stretched their branches into the sky. All arranged in a perfect circle. I stood with my mouth open a gaped at their sheer size. It was amazing, never before had I seen such a magnificent piece of nature.

"Close your mouth, you're catching flies," Zara remarked, padding past me towards the circle.

"What are they?' I asked.

"Nobody knows their real name, these trees have stood here for so long everybody just calls them the Ancients. They can show anything you want, as long as you've seen it before." She said.

I jumped as the wood started moving and twisting, snappling and crackling. Then all of a sudden faces blinked wearily from within the trees. I squeaked and darted behind Zara. She sighed and continued walking.

"Zara, daughter of Nepal, what brings you here... again?" Said their ringleader.

"I just wanted to show my friend, Zach, how things role in Coniuratum."

"Coni...What? It sounds like some old and forgotten language." I commented, chuckling nervously as the Sequoia King stared down at me.

They ignored me. And worried glances were shared within the living circle. I felt as if I was missing something, and what did they mean by, again?

"Very well, step on in," he said.

I followed nervously behind my guide as we entered the inner circle. I rubbed my head as a weird humming started building up in my ears. I realized in was coming from the trees. Then I felt woozy, and swayed alittle, colors started flashing before my eyes. The trees were, singing. It was so strange, yet beautiful at the same time, as all of them joined in crystal chorus. I felt like I was tumbling through the air, the strangest sensation running through my bones. Then, voices started dancing through my mind. Some loud, and some quiet.

"Chase the tail!"

"You can't catch me!"

"Well I do say, you look beautiful tonight."

"We should do trade."

"Look, what are those?"

"Would you like to dance?"

"THEN WE CAN'T SHARE THE SKY!"

The last echoed through my conscious. It seemed familiar. But I was jolted suddenly. Then I found myself on my feet again. Then the world around me was sucked of nearly all it's color. What the? And when I looked behind me the world suddenly ended, disappearing off in threads, bleached white.

"Zara? I need a little help here?" I asked, feeling just as confused as a bird in a hurricane.

But when I looked at her, the calm, collected expression she wore earlier had evaporated. Instead a look of shock, fear, and guilt had plastered itself upon her whiskers. Zara looked utterly terrified.

"No, I can't be here! Ancients let me out, I wanted to forget this memory!"

"This is the one he needs to see," said the Tree.

She looked straight at me. Her eyes were wild, and had the animalistic tinge. Like a cornered rat, ready to strike out. I backed a few steps away from her.

"I swore I would forget, not this one! Anything but this one!" She yowled into the sky.