Suddenly, her thoughts were interrupted by a strange, high-pitched voice. "Hey! Hey, you! What are you doing here? You're not supposed to be here!"
The voice echoed in the darkness, and Gwendolyn sat up, her eyes scanning the shadows.
"Who's there?" she asked, her voice trembling.
"Me! I'm talking to you, idiot!"
Gwendolyn peered into the darkness, her heart pounding in her chest.
"Where are you? Show yourself!" she demanded.
"I'm right here!" the voice said, and Gwendolyn could have sworn she saw a pair of eyes flashing in the darkness.
She turned around to see a tiny figure floating in midair. Its appearance was that of a little girl with big, round eyes, a pointy nose, and a small mouth.
"Who are you? What do you want?"
"My name's Freyja. And I'm a spirit of nature. A dryad. I can feel your anguish and despair, but there's nothing I can do. You're the chosen one. The fate has been chosen for you."
