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"Are you lost, Traveler?"

A far off voice calls softly to you; A mere whisper, but loud as if it were beside you.

The woods, once welcoming only hours before, has become a dark place, with branches reaching for you like boney fingers. Roots seem to lift to trip your weary body. Filtered moonlight is your only light, giving no comfort, nor enough to see by.

"Traveler?"

The whisper again. But...where had it come from?

Was it to the North?

The South?

The East or West?

A faint light darts behind a tree, and curious, you move towards it. A soft bell-like giggle, and the light circles around behind you. "I think the traveler is lost." Another soft giggle, and a smaller orb of light darts about you playfully.

"Come with us, Traveler." Another beckons as it appears out of the darkness.

"We'll show you the way." One more.

You find yourself wondering how many of these beautiful lights there are. They light up the area like little lanterns, basking the surrounding foliage in pale white, blue, pink, and green light. Faeries, you conclude. Or rather, Pixies. Faeries would never be this kind.

Together, the multitude dart off to guide the way, a few staying nearby and hovering slowly beside you; constant companions. As you continue on, your weary feet leading you, you realise that you're more calm, and the trees don't seem quite so malevolent.

But you fail to notice that the trees are becoming thicker; You are nearing the center of the forest.

Soon you duck under some intertwined branches which have formed a beautiful arch, and you enter a clearing.

The water before you looks fresh and cool.

The pixies settle themselves in the trees, the tall grass, even on the pool.

You suddenly are afraid. No more giggling, no more merriment. It's almost as if the pixies are watching, waiting for something.

Something slowly emerged from the water. A beautiful maiden, her long white hair floating on the water around her as she stood in the center, the liquid hiding her up to her waist. Pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"Welcome, Traveler," She extends a hand to you, and you find yourself wading out to take it.

The pixies seem to laugh at you.

The woman's eyes, you realise, are of the deepest black.

No, these lights aren't pixies. Will-O'-The Wisps...Jack o' lanterns...

All the same, and all said to lead you to a watery grave.

"To your death."

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"Are you lost, Traveler?"

A far off voice calls softly to you; A mere whisper, but loud as if it were beside you.

The woods, once welcoming only hours before, has become a dark place, with branches reaching for you like boney fingers. Roots seem to lift to trip your weary body. Filtered moonlight is your only light, giving no comfort, nor enough to see by.

"Traveler?"

The whisper again. But...where had it come from?

Was it to the North?

The South?

The East or West?

A faint light darts behind a tree, and curious, you move towards it. A soft bell-like giggle, and the light circles around behind you. "I think the traveler is lost." Another soft giggle, and a smaller orb of light darts about you playfully.

"Come with us, Traveler." Another beckons as it appears out of the darkness.

"We'll show you the way." One more.

You find yourself wondering how many of these beautiful lights there are. They light up the area like little lanterns, basking the surrounding foliage in pale white, blue, pink, and green light. Faeries, you conclude. Or rather, Pixies. Faeries would never be this kind.

Together, the multitude dart off to guide the way, a few staying nearby and hovering slowly beside you; constant companions. As you continue on, your weary feet leading you, you realise that you're more calm, and the trees don't seem quite so malevolent.

But you fail to notice that the trees are becoming thicker; You are nearing the center of the forest.

Soon you duck under some intertwined branches which have formed a beautiful arch, and you enter a clearing.

The water before you looks fresh and cool.

The pixies settle themselves in the trees, the tall grass, even on the pool.

You suddenly are afraid. No more giggling, no more merriment. It's almost as if the pixies are watching, waiting for something.

Something slowly emerged from the water. A beautiful maiden, her long white hair floating on the water around her as she stood in the center, the liquid hiding her up to her waist. Pale skin seemed to glow in the moonlight.

"Welcome, Traveler," She extends a hand to you, and you find yourself wading out to take it.

The pixies seem to laugh at you.

The woman's eyes, you realise, are of the deepest black.

No, these lights aren't pixies. Will-O'-The Wisps...Jack o' lanterns...

All the same, and all said to lead you to a watery grave.

"To your death."