The young girl stumbled through the woods, her hair tangled and dirty, her clothes ripped and stained. She looked back to make sure she wasn't being followed by the beasts she had been running from. Seeing no one she sunk to the ground in exhaustion.

She knew that she would have to keep moving eventually, but at the moment her tiny frame was too tired to hold her. Her limbs were so skinny that they looked like nothing more than a thin layer of skin hanging off her bones. Her eyes were closed and her small chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths.

She knew that she had to keep moving so that they didn't catch her, but she was scared. Scared that she would become lost to the woods. Scared of what was lurking inside of them. Suddenly a small rhyme popped into her head. She remembered her mother had read it to her before they had started running.

Into the woods where nothing's clear,

Where witches, wolves, and ghosts appear,

Into the woods and through the fear

You have to take the journey.

Inspired she pulled herself up using a nearby tree to help her. For a moment she swayed on her exhausted legs and then she slowly set off again.

Into the woods where nothing's clear,

The trees seemed endless as she moved through the woods. There was a thin fog that covered the forest floor giving it an almost magical look to it.

Where witches, wolves, and ghosts appear,

Every snapped branch and every rustled leaf startled the girl. She shivered, partly from cold and partly from the fear that something was watching her in the darkness.

Into the woods and through the fear,

She stopped for a second and closed her eyes, her heart beating fast against her chest.

You have to take the journey.

Her eyes opened and she set off through the woods for though she was little, she would be not be restrained by fear.