It was dark, the woodlands echo the flitterbugs chrips. A closed figure runs through the woods. Leaping over fallen trees and traveling as fast as she possibly could. She knew these woods all to well. She had been living in them for years but she knew the time was coming for her to move again. She couldn't stay in one place for too long. And tonight, she was almost spotted but thankfully she got away from the captures. She travels deeper into the woodlands until she finds an old shack.
This had been her home and no one had managed to discover It quite yet. But they were getting closer. Day by day. She waves her hand at the door and it creaks open and closes by itself once she is inside. She waves her hand again and lights fill the room as she removes her head.
She is young. About 20 or
