I've been running for awhile now, but I know I need to keep going further. Deeper and deeper I go, then I spot something in the corner of my eye. I start to panic, because about a hundred feet from me is a large pure black wolf. It might be my eyes or my imagination, but it's larger than a normal wolf. I start to run faster, but as I look to the side I can see the black wolf is keeping up with me.
Then, I see a small stone cottage. I run straight to the door and bang on it hard. The door swings open and there stands a women, in her mid forties, staring at me in shock.
"Who are you," she demands, "What do you want?"
"Please," I say, "There's a wolf out here following me, my father just tried to kill me! Please! I don't know if I can go any farther."
Only then does she see the gashes and blood on my arms, legs, and side. Her eyes widen some more and she ushers me in. When I get inside, I notice that her home is filled with plants, everything I see had to have been made from trees, plants and rocks around her cottage. A large cauldron hung over her fireplace.
"Come sit," she orders, "Let's have a look at these wounds." She guides me over to a tree stump that was designed to be a chair. "Now, tell me what had happened."
I hesitate, I'm not sure what I should tell her. This is a random stranger living in the woods that I had just come across. Yes, I entered her house, but it was out of fear from what was following me. Now, I'm wondering if I should be afraid of what she could possibly do to me.
Noticing my hesitation she says, "Don't be afraid child, I am a healer not a killer. It's my job to heal people."
Somehow a wave of calm washes over me and I am suddenly relaxed. Then, I find myself blabbing to her what had happened. From when I had walked into my home, the disaster it was in, and the events that happened after. Then, I continued on with everything from the past, how my home never felt like home, how my father had always been abusive towards me, how I just felt different from everyone else.
She nodded as she listened and put some kind of gooey herbal remedy on my gashes and cuts. When she was done with that she then wrapped them in cloth. I suddenly felt extremely tired and she guided me to the straw bed in the loft of her house. The second I laid my head down, I fell fast asleep.
The next morning, I woke up to birds chirping. I climbed down the stairs to find the mystery woman that had taken care of me last night. However, she was nowhere to be found. I looked around her strange home and found a note on the wooden table. It read, "Went out to get some herbs. - Mary" Huh, so that was her name. I went back up the stairs to the loft she had me sleep in last night and found that my duffel was laying on the floor at the bottom of the bed. I panic, wondering if she went through my stuff. But, everything was there. I pull out my notebook and write everything that had happened the night before. When I am finished, I close it and put it back in my duffel. Then, I pulled out the wooden box that my mother had left me. I hear a gasp behind me and I almost drop the box. I spin around and find Mary staring at me, pale as a ghost.
"Where did you get that?" She demands, her voice shaking.
"It was left by my mother," I say, "Why?"
She walks toward me and put her hands on my head, I freeze at her touch, then feel woozy. She pulls away quick and says in shock, "You are my niece."
Aksara