The Forest King, part 2

Sarah had played in the forest since she was a child. There was a clearing with a waterfall that was her favourite place. She had spent many afternoons swimming in the spray or lazing on the sun-warmed rocks. The route to the clearing was different every time, but that had never seemed strange to her. Her feet always knew the way.

There were many animals in the forest, but she had never seen another human being under the trees. She felt a kinship with the animals. Sometimes a small deer would cross her path, or a fox, or a badger, and a look of recognition would pass between them. The Forest King watched.

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