Sparks!

They walked in silence for a while. She would see strange lights passing through the woods every now and then, their faint haze shining at them.

 

Ben looked intrigued by them, tilting his head thoughtfully.

Puck drew his sword, his brow furrowing.

"I don't trust this..."

 

Ben tilted his head and walked forward, squinting a little.

“I know these...”

 

“Somehow,” he replied, frowning. “I don’t know where.”

 

They would hear something before a soft singing met their ears. A slow, grey fog began to stream in the area.

 

Puck looked around, fire in his eyes.

“We gotta get out of here.”

“I don’t think so,” Ben replied. “Don’t you think it’s peaceful?”

 

“It’s just singing,” he replied, looking down at her.

 

He frowned before looking down at her. There was a longing in his gaze, but he nodded.

“Okay. You’re right. Let’s go.”

 

“I think it’s something,” he replied quietly. “I know it from somewhere, I just... I don’t know.”

 

He looked down at her, and so did Puck, although the latter quickly turned away.

“It’s okay. I’ll... I’ll figure it out.”