A teenaged girl looked at her surroundings in confusion. She pushed her long wavy red out of her face reavling a thin, black scare that stretched from the corner of her left eye to the bottom of her narrow jaw shaped like the path of a sidewinder. Her peridot green eyes, narrowed in confusion, suggested a hidden strength that her seeming delicate face did not.
She did not remember how she ended up in this strange forest. The last thing she could remember was crying in a disserted ally in Twilight Town over the pain of her broken heart.
"That idiot he must of dragged me out here in his version of a joke! Will I'm not laughing!" She yelled to the surrounding trees. Her eye gleamed with fury; the scare seemed to stand out even more on her porcelain face. Her flaming seemed to move on its own. With out warning a stick flow past her head striking the tree she had been glaring at. Quickly recovering form, her shock she turned stare to the offending stick, which to her great shock started to rise slowly off the ground.
"Who's there?" She looked at the surrounding trees fear now replacing the anger on her face. She continued to look around, seeing nobody. Then it dawned on her she was the one making the stick raise. She did not know what she was feeling; fear, confusion, amazement, or pride.
Making it turn in the air an idea came to her, "Why don't you see if you can't lift something big and lift your self up, Lily." Muttering to herself Lily looked around for a large branch that could support her weight. Seeing the prefect branch Lily quickly summoned it. When it got closer, she sat on it as if it was a bench. Rising until her head touched the leaves she looked at the ground below her.
Suddenly Lily through back her head and laughed. Boy, she was going to have fun tomorrow
Unnoticed by Lily stood a dark figure in the shadows watching her profomence with intress.