Politely decline and say no

Lily and her friend exchanged uneasy glances, feeling a strange sense of foreboding. Despite the allure of the jeweled goblets, something didn't feel right. They politely declined the drinks, thanking the mysterious figure but explaining that they preferred to continue exploring the festival.

The figure's smile faded, replaced by a look of intense anger. The air around them grew colder, and a menacing aura enveloped the tent. Without warning, the figure lunged at them, eyes blazing with fury. Lily and her friend bolted from the tent, their hearts pounding as they sprinted through the festival grounds.

They could hear the figure's footsteps close behind, gaining on them with every stride. Panic surged through them as they dashed into the forest, branches scratching at their skin and roots threatening to trip them. They didn't dare look back, focusing only on escaping the relentless pursuit.

Finally, they burst out of the forest, through the door, gasping for breath. The figure stopped at the door, a barrier they couldn't cross. Lily and her friend were safe, but their hearts sank with the realization after they tried opening the door and it appeared to be locked, they could never return to the mystical world. The magical festival, once a place of wonder and enchantment, was now forever out of reach.

THE END.