Elewyn stared at the cave in wonder. This must be what was so special about these woods! She took a step forward, reluctant to go all the way in, for fear of what may be inside. She had never seen a cave such as this one, small, rounded, and in the middle of nowhere. It seemed to come up from the ground, right out of the dirt.

She hesitated, but curiosity took over. She took a few more steps until she was right at the mouth of the cave, peering in. She was about to step inside when something flew down from the ceiling of the cave and slammed into her face, knocking her off her feet and into the cave. At first it felt strange, like she was sitting on a cold stone. She looked down at the floor and saw nothing underneath her! She screamed and inched back a bit but there didn’t seem to be any floor under her. Scared of what she may see, she closed her eyes tight. A moment later she heard the pounding of running, and then the slow drawing of a sword, which she knew well, though she couldn’t remember why.