For 12 years Abra had managed to go unnoticed after the passing of her family. She kept her head down, worked hard, and tended to herself. Out of nowhere, someone decided she had been a burden to society. Abra was going to be auctioned off at town hall to be the wife of the highest bidder and the reason for this action was, "No matter how homely a woman may be, she still needs the protection of a man. A woman cannot be self-sufficient, not in this world." Having no desire to marry, especially to the one who bought her, Abra sat on the edge of the Forest of Darkness, hearing the tales her grandmother had told her in the night as her mother slept. They seemed to swarm inside her head more and more these days. Magic. Fairies. Giants. Wolves that are colossal enough to ride on. A choice had to be made and her fate had to be decided quickly. Enter the forest that seemed to spit out the bodies of the men who thought they could conquer the magic within or become the wife of a disgusting perverted old man. Death didn't seem too bad.