Artemis continued down the road, scanning each nook and cranny of the desolate area. The area was turning sinister: lights were barely filtering through the row of leafless trees, and the smell of honeysuckle no longer lingered in the unpolluted air.
An owl hoots from a tree, nocturnal yellow eyes staring at Artemis.
"bah, go look at somethin' else!" she shooed the owl away, but had done no success.
Artemis was too confused to notice the change in the atmosphere, and continued deeper down South.
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