Gasps escape my mouth, leaving my lungs unyielding as I tumble through the seemingly solid wall of underbrush. Enchanted, I think, I should have known. It was her ambush from the very beginning. A new life, a home, and all the candy I could swallow, was just a ploy to get me into her clutches. I stumble over burly roots, and compact rocks springing up out of thin air. She knows where I am. The smell of an apple pie- that would have been my future- grows impeccably strong. A high-pitched, hair-raising cackle grows louder and louder, until I’m sure she’s on my heels. I dare not turn. As I run with a turbo-boost, the landscape becomes a blur of deep greens and browns. I begin to think all hope is lost. The canopy is so dense all light is eliminated, as if luminosity could make a difference. No matter which way I turn, the maze has ensnared my sense of direction. So this is how it ends, I think. I’ll be gone before dusk. But wait, what was that? I reach my index finger to the spot of moisture. Rain, I think, her one weakness. As if a blanket was pulled out from underneath the sky, a torrential downpour takes place. A smile creeps across my face as I turn around to face my captor. A jet-black robe and pointed hat lay in a heap at my feet, as a sickly green smoke rises towards the heavens.
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