The little girl is dragged by her older sister and her friend into the forest, tripping over broken twigs and sturdy tree roots hidden beneath the multicolored leafy ground. The older sister squeezes her hand tightly, to prevent her from getting lost. Rich aromas swirl around the forest; the tempting smells of berries and fruits, teasing them, trying to get them to make a wrong turn. The little girl's hair, caught in the branches of the undergrowth, where she and her sister have just climbed. The wind tugs wildly at her brown dress, once white and now wet and muddy. Golden emerald light flows down, through the forest, filtered by the leafy canopy above. The trees are dressed in green, bronze and honey-colored leaves, with the odd sprinkling of emerald springy mass. They sway gently to the rhythm of the forest that joins life and the atmosphere of adventure. The leaves whisper stories of lost travelers and adventurers, led astray by their mystical powers. The path is cloaked in green and you can only see a few pieces of gray and worn asphalt. The sun shines generously; and the heat spreads across the forest floor. Flowers are scattered around it, seemingly shining with all the colors of the rainbow; crimson, tangerine, lemon, lime, blue, violet and indigo. 'Hurry up, come this way,' she calls her sister, as she and her friend giggle excitedly. 'Look, there's a way to go, it's free and there aren't many obstacles in the way." They laugh once again, pleased with their luck on this journey. Smiling at each other, the two older girls jump up and down in ecstasy. "I want to go home," whimpers the little girl, with tears streaming down her face; she was evidently not enthusiastic about the adventure......middle of paper......when she was walking with her sister North, East and West; so obvious now, it's not so easy to follow. None of the paths are flat and straight, they all have twists and turns, some more than others. Of course the curves of the paths made it impossible to see all the way through predict where a path in the woods will lead. The trees cry out to her, urging her to take her own path, weaving stories of joy, happiness and fun to convince her to change her path. Not knowing whether she should turn left or right, she continues straight, determined to find her way home. But as she marches, something creeps silently behind her, gradually approaching, waiting for its chance to pounce. If the girl turned around now she would see nothing but her own shadow, even if she knew what was chasing her through the lanky trees..