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Once upon a time, in a small village, there lived a poor orphan girl named Elizabeth. She was seventeen and had lived on her own for just over a year. Her mother had died while giving birth to Elizabeth and her had father passed away last winter when his carriage had hit a patch of ice on his way home from the market. He was in such a hurry to get home to his dear Elizabeth that he paid no mind to the speed that the carriage was traveling at. The carriage had fishtailed out of control and smashed into a lone crab apple tree.
Now a year later, Elizabeth was homeless and poor. She had nowhere to call home except for an old tree house that stood alone and forgotten in the middle of the old dying forest just outside of the village. The wooden boards were full of holes and the roof leaked in places, but it was better than nothing.
When Elizabeth was a young girl, her father would sit down with her every night before she would go to sleep and tell her tales. Tales full of dragons, witches and fairy godmothers. He would tell her that if anything ever happened to him, he would send a fairy godmother to come and help her through all the problems that would be thrown her way. Elizabeth always assured him that nothing was going to happen but she believed him anyways. But now that she was older and living on her own in a tree house, she didn’t want to lose faith in her father’s stories.
She walked now on her own through the dark spooky forest full of animals and wicked things. She walked quietly but quickly. The forest was unusually quiet for this time of day. Usually when the sun started its descent, sending the world into darkness, the animals were scurrying around getting ready for the creatures of the night. On this particular night, there were no animals in sight. That meant one of two things. Either there was a really bad storm heading towards the forest, or there was a strange animal that had found its way into the forest. Elizabeth, having spotting the tree house through the growing darkness, quickened her pace, breaking into a run. She raced over broken branches and tree roots that threatened to delay her.