Walking through a dark wood, you stumble with warning or heed into a dark clearing. The air around you shifts and you can feel it the way you would feel any solid object. There's not a puff of wind here nor in the trees surrounding you, yet the air seems to vibrate, almost pulsating with energy. There's a low voice heard to your left, and as you turn you see icy blue eyes staring at you out of the darkness. Agonizingly slowly, the rest of the person seeps into view. Your breath catches in your throat and you cough, trying to force the ice cold air into your lungs. As you pass out you see the girl creeping towards you and you are positive this is the end for you.
But is it? You awaken in a small cottage with a fire blazing in the large hearth. Books line the walls and there is but one window, out of which you see nothing but trees.
That same low voice startles all other thoughts from your mind, "Greetings, young one, you have arrived in Rozemari's Dwelling. Why is it you tresspass on my woods amd what is your business here?" You still stare at her books to avoid the icy glare that seems to peer straight into your thoughts. "I see the interest in my books. You have my permission to choose one."
Slowly you inch forward and choose...
