Chaperon Rouge by Elizabeth

Dashing through the mysterious,woods the young girl was surrounded by colossal trees and music of beautiful birds. Anxious, she walked across a neglected bridge over to the stream. After racing, she arrived at a deserted, lonely village full of abandoned houses, once alive with joyful villagers. Cautiously, she carried on walking through the mysterious forest. The moon was like an eye pursuing the girl deeper into the unknown. The forest turned to darkness. She lit a fire… As the blood – crumbling flames danced in the cold, the girl drifted of to sleep.

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