TERROR.
Heart thumping wildly, feet pounding on the ground, thorns catching in naked flesh...
Warm sunlight washed over the maiden sleeping in the ferns; birds sung merrily in the trees. Rousing from her slumber, Nienor looked about her surroundings with wide eyes, wonder taking her breath away. Where was she? What were the names of the tall, green giants which towered above her, and the unending canopy of blue above them?
Only a vague shadowy fear stirred itself when she tried to remember. Frightened, she hid herself behind the bole of one of the giants, confusion only heightening her panic.