The Restricted Forest.
Unlike the lush green forest behind me, the restricted region was completely opposite. The trees in this part of the forest were nicotine-brown. Gloomy scrubs hid dangerous creatures. The musty air was difficult to breathe. The whole forest was old and otherworldly.
"Let's go," I said as I looked at the contrast both places gave. It's like a completely different world. The only thing separating them was the poorly built wooden fence; maybe it's not poorly built but is pretty old.
We entered through the iron gate. There was a table with a few guards; it's likely they are here to check on the person who enters this area.
We walked up to them.