Cabin in The Woods

The last thing MoriAnne Augustine remembered was eating a delicious strawberry shortcake. She was at a tavern in a village she came across, and there it was, that famous strawberry shortcake all the townsfolk were raging about. As soon as she had heard about it she knew she had to try it. So when it was served her eyes glowed with excitement, and she picked up her fork to take a generous bite. But right when she lifted it to her lips, everything around her went black.

She blinked and suddenly found herself in an area she didn't recognize. The tavern she was in was gone, along with the cake.

"Our young heroes arrive on a misty foggy path. A path in a loose, hilly forest of pine..." A voice sprung up in her head, so loud it felt like the sky was talking. "The undergrowth is sparse and low to the ground. The trees are tall and old. The air is cool and still. The winding path seems well-worn, yet not recently used..." The male-sounding voice was casually describing her surroundings like he was telling a story to a bunch of children. She looked around herself confused, and realized she wasn't the only person there. 

Yes, there were two others here with her, and at first, she assumed it was one of them making this speech, but their gaze was also wandering left and right in bewilderment. One of them was a tall, intimidating woman with the biggest sword she had ever seen strapped to her back. Her raven-colored hair fell down her shoulders, and she was showing off more skin than MoriAnne would have the confidence to do so herself. 

The other was a man dressed from head to toe in a hooded black outfit. He wore a mask with fangs pointing out of it and a glare in his eyes that matched their sharpness. Many weapons were on his person, hidden somewhere in his articulate yet somewhat ragged outfit, and she could tell there was more to him than what he decided to show.

 ".It leads shortly to a small cabin of old sturdy wood.." The mysterious voice continued, "It is not a very large cabin. One could guess it might only contain a single room. Our heroes can see a darkened window and an old door. All is quiet save for the breaths and movements of our heroes."

"Hey, who the hell is this guy and why won't he shut up?" The woman with the sword suddenly interjected, but he went on to say:

"You, my heroes, have arrived to complete a single task. A single, grave, preponderously important task. One that holds the fate of the entire world within your palms. You are here... To slay the princess."

MoriAnne hugged herself instinctively. Did he mean her? She used to be a princess after all.

"Although this is your one mission and a mission of monumental importance it is...If you ever wish to leave this place, you must come to understand. At the end of your quest, you must each be able to answer these questions. First, Keanu: who are you? Second, Mina: what were you? Third, for all of you: where are you? And lastly for MoriAnne: where are you, really? Finally, you must all answer one other question: why are you here?" The disembodied voice paused briefly, and then added: "And this is MoriAnne's story." 

The man in the fanged mask glanced towards her. "Is that your name?" His voice was stern and barely a whisper, shrouded in mystery like the rest of him. MoriAnne nodded to his question before asking one herself:

"But who are you two? And who does that weird voice belong to?"

"Why it belongs to me, of course!" She jolted with surprise as the voice in the sky replied to her. "I am the narrator!"

The intimidating woman with the greatsword scoffed at that. "The narrator? And who decided that?"

"Why I did!" The narrator retorted once again.

Feeling antsy, MoriAnne tried to get more information out of this 'narrator'. "Okay, but how did I get here? I don't remember traveling here at all."

The man with the mask had a contemplating look in his dark eyes. "Neither do I.." His gaze shifted towards the cabin at the end of the misty pathway. "Is that where the princess we have to slay is?"