Two rules my mother told me, two rules that above all else, I must follow to stay alive. One, never listen to the whisper on the wind. Two, never climb down from the trees. I've already broken the first. Olio has spent too long in his village hidden amongst the branches of the arch-woods. He wants adventure, he wants answers. But when he gets what he wants, it might be a bit too more than he bargained for. This story is my entry towards the Open Novella Contest 2019 using a broad variation of the 'enchanted forest' prompt. https://www.wattpad.com/story/171103906-open-novella-contest-ii This story is linked to my greater 'Tales of Everett' series of stories.