Beyond the Trees

As Lyra ventured deeper into the woods, the trees seemed to close in around her, their branches tangling together like skeletal fingers. She had been walking for hours, but the darkness was so thick that she couldn't even see her own hand in front of her face. Panic began to set in, her heart racing with every snap of a twig or rustle of leaves.

Lyra thought back to the time her father had taken her on a hunting trip in those very woods, just not that deep because he had told her it was dangerous. He had taught her how to track her steps, how to leave marks and clues that would lead her back to safety. But now, as she stood alone in the darkness, she wondered if those lessons would be enough to save her.