Desperate, she pressed her back against the tree trunk. Her breaths were ragged gasps and every sense acute. Her eyes darted sideways, watching. She listened. A rustling in the undergrowth and her chest contracted. Then an eerie silence descended.
With her courage finally restored, she realised her pursuer had driven her deeper into the forest than she’d every dared venture. Inches from where she stood, was the edge of a deep gully. She slid and clambered down the gully’s bank. In its depths, bracken and brambles, mosses and vines fought for dominance.
And nestled beneath them, she discovered fairy king, Oberon.