The knight hurried through the trees that seemed to snatch at her cloak, through the brambles that she hacked at impatiently with her sword, driving them off only for them to grow up again just as fast, progress slow and often frustrating. She made short work of them, skilled with her weapon and confident in her purpose.

Something told her not to tarry here. There was something in this wood, though, something which should not be awakened, something which she must guard to be sure it was never disturbed to walk this world again. She must reach the center before some other fool did.