OnÂ a cold Autumn evening,Â my friend Bill, asked his mum if I could go to the EnchantedÂ Forest with them. When we got there, we walked through a room of coats, just like the one in the Narnia stories. On the other side, it was magical. There were lotsÂ of trees sparkling with beautiful fairy lights. Smoke was everywhere,Â making it all seem more misty, cold and magical. The red, brown and crisp leaves had fallen on the ground, but as the leaves rustled under out feet, I noticed in the distance a magical fairy coming through the smoke.