She had been walking for days. The forest was at its thickest here. Intricately weaved briars, brambles, and berry bushes lined her path and rose just above her head. It made it almost impossible to see the forest floor on the other side. The leaves acted as a sort of barrier, deadening the sounds of small forest creatures as they foraged. She focused intently on the sounds around her listening for anything that might be out of the ordinary. If it weren’t for the trail laid out in front of her, she’d have a hard time keeping her bearing. Hell, she already was.

The forest was one of the largest and most ancient in the kingdom. Huge branches, riddled with age, twisted above her and down over the path. The smells of snapped branches and leaves rotting silently on the forest floor filled the air. Massive trees stood like watchful guardians, her silent sentinels of her path. Huge roots spread across the ground in front of her, cresting the surface like the backs of giant sea creatures.

After hours of walking, the path gradually became wider, and the forest began to open its ceiling. It revealed a brightening sky. It was obvious that this part of the road was much more traveled than from where she had come. She moved off the trail and climbed the steep hill flanking the pathway. When she reached a large oak near the top of the hill, she sat down for a rest. Its trunk was three times her width and she sat with her back against it. It would be almost impossible for someone to spot her this far up. It was the perfect vantage.

She chewed on some berries she had picked earlier in the morning. Suddenly, she heard them. Foot falls and getting closer. Her eyes darted left and right along the path trying to find the sound. She saw nothing.

“Nice spot.” A voice from behind her called, forcing her heart into her throat.

She stood and wheeled around, drawing her dagger as she spun. As it raised, it was pulled from her hand and tossed some 20 feet away.

“How did he…?” As she looked, she couldn’t believe what she saw.

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