Adam "I'm going to the Far Country." Adam said quickly. That part was easy. It was the reason why that would be harder to explain. "Okay," Henry said expectantly as if growing impatient waiting for the rest of the story. Sighing Adam began slowly. "Every night for the last eight years, my father...he..." "Drinks...I know," Henry finished for him. "Yeah, but it's more than that. He sits at the kitchen table with his bottle in hand, reliving every bad or sad thing that's ever happened to him. He picks one sorrow after another, like most people would pick a bouquet of flowers. He lingers over them drinking in their melancholy fragrance. So much sadness Henry, there has to be more to life, there just has to be." Henry "The reason I live with my grandma is because eleven years ago, when there was a fierce drought in the land, my parents went to the Far Country looking for food or work. We've never seen or heard from them since. It has always been my plan to go and look for them when I was old enough. Good or bad, I need to know what happened. Can you understand that?" Each of them having their reasons for leaving home, set out for the Far Country, hoping to experience the greatest adventure of their lives. They will not be disappointed as the first leg of their journey will take them to the Ghost Forest.