With the creatures slowly closing in on the princess, she looked frantically for an escape. But as her heart tried leaping out of her chest, her breathing becoming heavy, she found herself panicking. She was not one to panic, but when eight of those vile creatures were hunting her down, she had reason to. She was confident in her skills as a fighter, but she was sure to die if they reached her.
Evanna's pace slowed down as the highly uplifted roots started to entangle around her ankles. It was becoming harder to locate where to place her feet. She scrambled through, her fingers clinging onto the damp bark from where she kept slipping on the wet roots. Her eyes continued to dart around as she moved forwards, but she started to feel the air being sucked out from her lungs and the trees closing in on her.
