Eudora wanders the forest in the twilight, horrid memories of her death creeping upon her. Whispering leaves soothe her, if only for a few moments, whilst she wanders farther from her well then she has ever before. The path she follows is over grown with vines and the pattern that wheels of horse-drawn carages once made now created a light dust under the greenery. Her footsteps made no noise, nor any pattern in the leaves or dust. She looked around, wishing, as she wished when a child, to see some mystical creature appear before her. Instead she found herself staring at the jagged toothed mouth of a cave. Howls ripped from its throat and called for her to enter. She stood there, confused and yet urdged on.
