Marcey is a 15 year old girl. You could never tell she was unhappy because she always stuck a smile on her face. She was called " Cheery" and "Perfect" . Not even her own parents could tell she wasn't happy. She was constantly called beautiful and always got complements on her Blonde hair and fair skin. She was perfecto as her family put it. Now usually this would be a flattering comment but not to her. She hates it she would rather be in the shadows, left alone.
Now everyone raised in this town knew not to go into the forest at the end of the river, they heard stories and poems of the passageways and labyrinths full of wierd and unusual creatures that where scary non the less. Especially when you are 5 years old being told bedtime stories of a demon called Avar that would stab the daylights out of you. But that's what you where told to keep you safe.
Marcey's father went into the forest when she was only 8 and promised he would return. He never did. Marcey's mother always said that he was still searching but by now Marcey knew he was dead.
