Fast Food will Kill You
You struggle with the Forest Fettre as she cackles and holds on tight. Her matted hair smells of rain and the scent slows your will to struggle.
“Breathe it in, deary,” says the Fettre, “It will make my job all the easier. It isn’t easy capturing food these days.”
Despite the pacifying scent, the thought of what she will do if you give up strengthens you for one final blow.
“Yes,” you reply, “But fast food will kill you.”
With great effort you throw her off your shoulders. The Fettre hits a pine tree and shatters like glass. All that remains is a bit of rags and grey hair. Suddenly a cold wind from the north picks up and the hundreds of pieces begin to gather into a pile; this may not be the end of Her.
Now that you have bought some time to escape, all you have to do now is cross the wide stream. You look at the mass of slowly churning water. It looks deep; perhaps you can jump across it?
This stream was the same one that which you saw the lady in white. Whether she distracted you to fall victim to the Forest Fettre or if you were warned ahead is not clear, but it would be best to avoid her. Currently the stream shows no sign of the lady and it may be wise to cross now rather than wait, but what if you fall? You see further up the stream is a dense wall of briars and entangled branches. Yet there is a two foot gap between stream and wall that begs to be explored……..
* *This is where trails are mixed and paths are weaved, Now is the place where a Choice is concieved. **
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