She walked through the woods for hours. The sun glowed between each dead branch, casting odd shadows and orange light everywhere. It wasn't going to be long until that orange turned blue, and she was left in shadows. Panicked, she rushed farther. Closer, she had to be closer by now... The wind swayed a few trees, and she caught the nip of autumn in the air. Not only dark, but cold. "Lovely," she thought out loud, and watched her breath on the air. "As if things couldn't be worse, huh?" Resting by a tree, she set her back against it, angry. If her parents hadn't been fighting... If her father hadn't hit her... She'd still be home right now, cozy in her bed awaiting the next day of school, and seeing her friends. But no, she was stuck out here, in London's cold woods, looking for a place to go. In the near dark. "Why go back anyway? It's not like it'll ever get any better." She got up, and started walking again, determined, to find at least a small hollow tree for an overnight shelter. What she found was better. When she reached a thinning line of trees, she caught a glimpse of something rising up over the woods and casting a shadow across the rest of the clearing. She made her way toward it, and reached the brown grassy landscape in almost five minutes. She gaped for a moment, unsure if what she was seeing was real, and then determined that it was, in fact, what she thought. A huge, overgrown and deteriorating castle. Abandoned.