She
left, not by morning train, but grew wings and flew away. At first one
tree fell, and then another, until all around her the forest came down. The mist lifted and at long last, she could see for miles. What had once
seemed so beautiful, revealed in the light. Thorns not flowers that tore at flesh, and fruits that tasted bitter. Her wings faltered as she took flight, causing her to stumble. But eventually she soared. High above, she took one last look at the scene
below, a cruel and heartless wasteland. Before her wings carried her,
far far away.
