Chapter Two
Soon after arriving within the forest Braveheart was accosted with a desperate sense of foreboding, his steed stamped his feet and turned towards home only minutes beneath the leafy shadows. Braveheart gruffly, turned his horse back going further and further in. He fidgeted, and scoffed in turn, all was silent but every hour he heard a voice whispering his name, and as time went by the voice grew louder and louder. Braveheart began to think he was being followed. The forest you see was much like the sea in the way that often the shallows are rather safe, but the deeper you go the more danger you are ultimately in.
Hours later Braveheart was quite convinced of his earlier assumption that there was something following him, the place seemed to be shrouded in eerie forbidding silence other than the voice growing ever louder. Braveheart was having a time remaining awake, slowly his eyes began to only see blurred images and his head was nodding. His senses were dulling to the point of comatose when he heard a fallen branch snap, as if someone or something had stepped on it. He turned in the direction of which the sound had come in time to see someone disappear among the trees. Braveheart sprung from his stupor his mind becoming his for the moment; he wheeled his horse in circles, searching.
"Show your face foe!" Braveheart cried stupidly, for in reality Braveheart was not the hero he believed himself to be. There was no reply, but as he turned himself back around there in his path stood a lone figure, he was short though tall, and horridly ugly and yet handsome. Braveheart's mind became so muddled that he no longer saw what was there and what was not. The man smiled, flashed horrid yellow teeth encrusted with jewels.
"What are you doing in my woods?"
Braveheart, who was apparently not so very brave at all; fell from his horse unconscious.
Undine sat beneath the warm sun marveling at this being her punishment. The cottage though rather uncomfortable was preferable to any jail cell she had ever seen. Now that she was about many small animals became aware that maybe the clearing wasn't so bad after all. Undine had heard nothing but horror stories about these woods her entire life, but the worse she had had out of them were a few queer noises late in the night. Others who had been banished here had allegedly spent their time huddled in the cottage fearing for their lives, but Undine was lost as to why they spent their time so.
She had been there a week when she began to hear sounds of unrest coming from the forest great crashing as if trees were being pulled up by their roots and thrown across the forest. Undine was not daunted; she held her courage, even venturing beneath the leafy sky of the forest a few times. After her first trip into the woods queerer and queerer things began happening she heard voices beckoning her within the forest, the first few times she went and once beneath the trees all would go silent, but faintly she would hear a small sweet voice calling her name. She followed it deeper and deeper into the forest until she realized she could no longer see the cottage, this broke her reverie she ran back the way she had come, as she ran she became aware of a presence directly beside her she looked and there beside her was a dark shadow of a man running the exact speed as she, she ran faster and he did likewise, then she stopped and so did he, all courage flew from her mind as she dashed in the direction she thought her way out. It seemed to take much longer getting back than she remembered going, but at last she threw herself from the trees gasping for breathe, she turned to see the man standing still just within the trees, he said not a word, and yet she knew he had issued a warning. He turned and disappeared among the shadows. Undine ran for the cottage vowing never to venture there again.