She would pass through the forest often, never noticing how the trees would turn ever so slightly to keep a watchful eye. For they knew who she was and who she would become.
But they weren’t the only ones.
Often the trees would spy dark wizards in search of her and, one day, when they got too close, revealed themselves by quickly growing a shield of trees and vines to hide her.
“Hello?” she asked, trembling a little.
She received no answer but knew instinctively that she was under protection here.
And, little by little, she began to discover magic.
Written for Friday Fictioneers from the following picture prompt (see here for other stories):
PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
