When The Girl was young and fool hardy, though it could be argued she was still both of those thing and perhaps now double the latter, she had slipped under cover of night from her bed within the safety of the tower walls. Out into the frigid winter night. And into the one place she was told she must never go.
The Darkwood.
Really she couldn’t be blamed for this turn of events, for if there is one place a lonely child will go is the place they really shouldn’t.
And if there was one thing the Girl was. It was lonely.
But the dreaded Darkwood, there on that most unsuspecting night, unfurled its winding arms for her and welcomed her within, lonely no more.
When The Girl was young and fool hardy, though it could be argued she was still both of those thing and perhaps now double the latter, she had slipped under cover of night from her bed within the safety of the tower walls. Out into the frigid winter night. And into the one place she was told she must never go.
The Darkwood.
Really she couldn’t be blamed for this turn of events, for if there is one place a lonely child will go is the place they really shouldn’t.
And if there was one thing the Girl was. It was lonely.
But the dreaded Darkwood, there on that most unsuspecting night, unfurled its winding arms for her and welcomed her within, lonely no more.
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