Isabel stood frozen in fear. If not for the gentle rustling of her cloak1, people would think she was a statue2. Through the morning mist, she could see a shadow; something huge. The tree it carried looked like a mace3, its roots sticking out of the top like massive spikes.
If the girl could make it to the obelisk4 in the center of this forest, she would be granted her wish. But getting there was perilous. She could be hurt5 or killed. The more likely outcome was to become cursed, forced to live one’s remaining days as a toad6 or lizard, living off bugs7. Being captured8 was most certainly worse than death.
The thing moved off. Isabel quickly finished extinguishing9 her breakfast fire. Then, she packed up and continued her journey.