The Forest Talks...

There once was a girl galloping on horseback through the forest. However, this was no normal forest and this girl was no normal girl. The girl seemed to fly through the woods not noticing how the trees would lean into her and her horse, Razz. Her name was Laura and she was one of seven princesses from the north country in Ireland. She had never been alone before having snuck out from her guided room and nosey handmaidens. She was determined to go for a ride through this particular forest. She knew she was a good rider and knew that Razz was the swiftest of horses in the land.

And  yet on this particular day, in this particular forest, she kept hearing footsteps. How someone could be running so close while she was on Razz... well that unsettled her. Whatever "it" was, was always behind her and always, always so close. She could even smell the rancid breath of some unknown person as if they were close enough to touch her. She was usually a very calm princess, more so than her sisters, a quality that her father, the king, was very proud of and would often boast about. And yet on this day she kept hearing these footsteps. Goosebumps ran up her spine as she took a deep breath, ready to turn around and see what was behind her, and just how close this "thing" was. Fed up with uncertainty she whirled around only to find...