She was running in search for a place to hide. Standing at something near the bottom portions of five feet, with straight, long, platinum blonde hair the color of sandpaper, she would have expected it would be easier to find a place in which to hide. She was playing a game of hide-and-seek with her brothers, which isn’t a very good game to play in the woods. Nor was it very mature for a sixteen year old to be doing. Most girls her age would rather be inside, texting, on a phone, or in a public place, the mall, on a date with a boy, but not her. She was the kind of person that would much rather spend time with family or be outside, and here she was, doing both. She ran by a couple birch trees before finding a suitable tree to hide behind. It was a very tall, very thick trunked oak tree. She slid behind it and found a hole the size of a person, then got the idea to hide inside of it. It was possibly the worst decision of her natural life. She climbed in, which was relatively easy, seeing how she was so thin. Once she stepped inside, the problems started, that eventually brought her greatness, though not on earth. She stepped in, and immediately fell back, out of a hole that wasn’t there before. When she got over the shock and got up, she examined the tree. There was no hole in it, and the rest of the forest looked nothing the same. She was now surrounded by assortments of very colorful flowers and plants. There was a clear stream nearby, in which you could see to the bottom. Afraid and confused, she began to wander aimlessly. This is not where she came from. After a while of walking, she heard a rustling sound and looked in that direction. Nothing was there. A bit later, she saw a figure out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head and it was gone. Now terrified, she took off into a run, when not even ten seconds later, she felt a sharp pain in her chest and immediately crumpled to the floor.
When she woke up, she was not where she remembered. She half expected to be at home, to find that what happened was a dream. But she wasn’t. She was in a cabin that seemed to be made of wooden logs. It was about ten feet tall to the roof, and there was a stone fireplace, with a fire running, and around the room watching her were three figures, a small looking figure in a hooded cloak, a bald figure with sharp ears, the shape of a small cat, and a long, thick, snakelike figure with legs. They watched her for a while before the cat approached. Once in the light, she noticed it started looking less like a cat and more like… a person? By the time it approached completely, it had taken the shape of a boy. The boy was tall and lean, but not too skinny. He had auburn hair, which was grown to about his neck. His bangs hung to either side of his face, down to his chest. And oddest of all, he had the ears of a cat. Most of his facial features were hidden behind a black mask that covered from his chin to the bridge of his nose. His eyes were a deep purple, and he wore simple clothes, a tee shirt and a pair of jeans. He opened his mouth and spoke. She expected it to be serious, but it came out in a nonchalant tone. “Sorry I shot you, my bad.” He then laughed a charming laugh.
Just then, she was suddenly aware of her pain. The arrow was no longer there, but she bent over in pain. The cloaked boy then stepped forth, while the odd, catlike one backed up into the shadow again. This one spoke with a British accent. “I see you’re in pain, let me help.”
He walked up to her, then closed his eyes and relaxed his shoulders. His skin radiated green, and his hands were surrounded by a green light. He lowered them to her chest, setting them on it. A short moment later, he removed his hands, and the pain in her chest wasn’t there, though he was breathing deeply. He headed back to his corner without a word, and the snakelike creature along with the figure with the pointed ears began to approach. She stood up, completely devoid of pain, taking in her surroundings.
