Six Sentence Stories #11

Growing up,I had always heard tales of the voices of the forest. According to the tales the voices belonged to spirits and creatures of the forest. Now as I look for my daughter, in the forest only being guided by the light of the stars and a the flame of a torch. I shouted “Helen, where are you?” My voice echoed off the trees, and came back to me. Another voice echoed back “Your daughter is ours.”