You turn and bolt through the thick underbrush, heart pounding in your chest like a wild beast trying to escape its captor. Twigs and branches snap under your feet as you run, the darkness of the forest almost suffocating you. The sound of your own ragged breaths is the only thing you hear, that is, until you hear the soft rustling of leaves and twigs behind you.

Panic surges through you, and you increase your speed, your heart racing like a drum. You stumble and fall, your weak legs unable to keep up with the pace. As you scramble to your feet, you see a pair of glowing eyes in the darkness, piercing through the shadows, closer and closer.

With a bloodcurdling scream, you brace for impact, but suddenly, you hear a voice calling out your name. It’s Maganwyth, and she has come to rescue you. Her voice is sharp and commanding, and she casts a spell that sends the creature scurrying away, its eyes disappearing into the dark.

Breathless and bewildered, you feel a hand on your shoulder, and you turn to see Maganwyth’s face, glowing in the darkness. She takes your hand and leads you back to the village. As you walk, she tells you of the dangers of the forest, and how it has claimed many lives of those who have ventured into it. Finally, she says, “Perhaps you will never be ready to learn the art.”