One rainy afternoon there was a little girl running through the forest. She seem to be running away from someone or something. Coming through the trail was a father and son with their horses. The little girl slipped into a muddy puddle in front of the son and man. The little boy only saw at first was her deep ruby, long curly hair covering her face. She was crying while she was trying to clean the mud off. When she looked up at the strangers in front of her the son could see tears flowing down her cheek through the part of her hair. Her eyes were the color of amber, deep honey color. He wanted to reach out and help her up but in that moment she jumped up and run into the bushes off the trail. The son said to the father "Dad we have to help her, what if she is in danger." Father replied " Blu, I'm sorry we can't, what we seen here in the forest can never be known".
"Why not father?"
"Son, by the look of her clothes, and the color of her hair, she most come from a powerful family."