The first few hours of their trek through the forest were quite uneventful. In fact Braveheart came to believe they would make it out without being bothered. Undine was more sensitive to her surroundings and felt something would occur eventually and told Braveheart so several times throughout the morning.
The further in the more foreboding she felt, she clung to Braveheart but he only laughed lightheartedly at her expressions of fear. They had no way of knowing how long it had taken him to reach the clearing for he had been unconscious several times and could not account for the days that passed. So, on they walked until it started to become dark, Undine feared above all things sleeping in the forest and beseeched Braveheart to think likewise but he was set on stopping and so they did.
They ate what little they had brought and Braveheart was asleep before it had been dark an hour now quite assured they would be left alone.
Undine thought him foolish for believing so but didn't speak plainly with him on the subject for fear of ruining what they had become to each other in past days. They lit no fire for Undine rather disliked it and she was sure it would attract if not "the thing" as they called it, an unwanted animal.
She sat in complete darkness listening, waiting. She felt something would appear and was not shocked when it did.
In front of her stood a odd tallish man whose features she could not distinguish, but his head bobbed up and down seemingly to a rhythm only he could hear. He gave off an odd sort of light, not like sunlight nor moonlight, it was greenish sort of light and had she known anything of wizards she would know that wizards often give off such light.
She was not afraid as much as entranced, "Undine…" the voice whispered,
"Where are you going?"
She did not answer, she squinted her eyes trying to see his face. He started laughing, very quietly at first but it grew louder and louder until it was all that was within her mind.
It scratched at her thoughts bringing forth her past, "Does he know what you are?" He whispered cruelly. Undine had given very little thought to ever telling Braveheart what she was; he saw what he wanted to see. She was not so very unlike a human as to be generally noticed but if sat before the whole kingdom as their queen eventually someone would.
He continued to go through her mind bringing forth memories she would have liked to forget and taunting her. She screeched at him for what felt like hours, wondering why Braveheart had not awakened, but by this time she was affronted with his being a Wizard and gave it up as to be expected. She began begging him to stop and suddenly he withdrew.
"It will end very badly for you if you continue with him." He said coolly. "You know him not." Undine looked on him with hatred. "Are you going to kill us?" She asked with three times the amount of petulance someone her age ought.
"Why should I? You two are off to do my bidding, if you continue, and I think you shall you will bring the kingdom to its knees. A more opportune moment for me to step out I never saw. I have warned you, though it's more than you deserve."
"It that all?" She seemed a great deal braver than she was, but at the same time seven fold what Braveheart would have been in her situation, she believed not a word he said and continued to glare at him with with feeling. She no longer feared his presence in her mind for there was little more pain he could possibly inflict.
"I send you with my blessing, though I shall not refrain from alerting your relations, it will be quite a bit of fun. I do get such joy from seeing your dear uncle's face when he's angry." He laughed and laughed and the longer it went the more menacing it got. Undine got to her feet and woke Braveheart and they were off leaving the Wizard behind to marvel at his good luck.