Dionaea Forest was, beyond a shadow of a doubt, beautiful. It was saturated with colors, encased with thick green leaves and rich brown soil. Thick trees towered overhead, obscuring the sky so that all that came through were patches of white light. Vines hung from every branch, and bright beautiful flowers of all sorts stood out all the more in the green background. The earthy smell of rainwater persisted throughout the humid air, encasing everything in a fresh glistening coat of dew. The distant sound of animals echoed through the forest, though all Cyrus could hear was the persistent and annoying buzzing of mosquitos that were bigger than they had any business being. "I told you that bug repellant sucked." Camellia, tanned girl no more than a year younger than he, chided as he smacked the back of his neck for what felt like the hundredth time. She was a bit tall, only about two inches shorter than Cyrus who wasn't exactly short but not outstandingly tall either. She was very tan from her travels, and somehow also had thousands of dark freckles scattered across every visible bit of her skin. Her hair was a slightly darker shade of brown that bounced as she trotted across the moss covered landscape. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, you can go ahead and laugh when I end up with West Nile." Cyrus snapped, blue eyes narrowing at her green ones. He was her opposite in appearance. His skin was pale and for the most part unblemished, with the exception of his hands and forearms, which were covered with long since healed scars. His dark black hair was also shoulder length, but held back in a ponytail at the base of his neck. "Enough children," Professor Lockhart scolded, "We're about to enter the more dangerous part of the jungle, this is no time for joking around." "Yes Professor," "Okay, Dad." Both teens chorused at the same time. "Not to sound like a brat, but are we almost there?" Camellia asked seriously. "Not to much farther dear, we'll meet our guide at the outskirts of the Boundary. He'll be here in an hour, so you'll have a chance to catch your breath." "Our guide is a naga right?" Camellia asked excitedly. "Yes, he's actually about five years older than you two but he's a boa constrictor, so he's big even by naga standards." "I'm still not sure about this..." Cyrus said hesitantly, only to wince as he recieved a none to gentle shoulder punch from his female companion. "Come on Cy, you're overreacting. Naga are cool people aren't they Dad? That whole man-eating thing is just blown waaaay out of proportion?" "Yes, it is true that man eating naga are extremely rare, about as common as man eating lions." "See?" Camellia said, making a sweeping gesture with her arms while Cyrus ducked under a low hanging branch. "Anyway didn't you used to live with these naga in particular?" "For two years, when I was five until I was about seven." Cyrus confirmed before adding idly, "But I hardly remember anything about it." "Maybe this guy can jog your memory a bit." Camellia suggesting, hopping over a particularly large root. "Doubt it, Cascade City might've been built into a mountain, but it was still massive. i doubt this guy ever met me." "I thought you said you didn't remember anything." "I remember that from my studies and logic, something you could stand to use every once in a while." "At least I actually go out every once in a while without having to be dragged by the feet...!" "CHILDREN." "Sorry Professor," "Sorry Dad." The three humans trudged on, completely unaware of the sinister changes within the forest, or the true level of danger they were in.