The elders had warned them. If it was true, there was no point in proving themselves while endangering their lives. But Ren insisted, Akia on the other hand, was doubtful. She knew that if they went in, they’d never come back.
Hesitatingly, she let Ren hold her hand.
“Where is Akia”, asked the elders when Ren stepped out.
“What do you mean? She is right here.”
Ren pulled his hand out of the mist thinking he was holding her hand. But the only thing left in his hand was a pink little mushroom. All warm, just like her.