Trees grew closely together making it hard for most people to move silently thru the forest. The leaves were a dark green and many fallen trees made up the barriers to the Lost Ones camp. A fire crackled within the camp slightly warming the boys who lived there. But almost none of the Lost Ones resided inside the camp except for the sentries and the Truest Believer: a ten year old boy named Henry.
Where did everyone go? Henry thought. The boys had trailed off in twos or threes until there were hardly any left in the camp. What is going on?