Part One
I see a girl running in the night, from what, is unknown. Fearfully she runs into the woods to evade her pursuer. She runs, her dress is torn losing its original elegance. It is stained, blackened by the dirt and mud from the forest floor. She trips, falling to the ground. She attempts to get back up, but is caught by grasping branches and vines. She struggles in the vines as they rip the remains of her clothing. The vines become more ensnaring, branches like gnarled fingers tugging her, piercing her dress. What she fears comes closer. She hears it passing through the trees and brush, as if they were nothing at all. Nothing seems to be able to stop it! Nothing she does loosens the grip of the vines! Nothing!
There’s a light behind her, stilling her for a moment of confusion. It can’t be dawn already, No . . . that light is coming from the wrong direction! It’s coming from the west where the sun would be setting! The light is bright already and growing even brighter! Fear is slowly digging its claws back into her, as she realizes just what the light is coming from! Her pursuer! She struggles frantically, more than ever to escape. But to no avail. They just envelope her more!
Then suddenly the light become so bright that it was impossible to look towards it. No matter how much you could strain your eyes, to look into the light, to find its source. What is the nature of this Creature as it draws ever closer to this girl?
Is It going to harm her?
Is It going to help her?
Or will It just sit back and watch the show before Its eyes from her fear of It?
Part Two
The Creature walks up closer to the girl and reaches down tenderly picking her up in his hands as he removes the vines and branches entwined around her and her torn and tattered dress. A few minutes pass, the light dims, standing next to the Creature stands the girl, in a new fresh dress; made of silk and satin, more elegant and beautiful than any dress know to exist before. The terror and fear that once coursed through her, is gone, replaced by overwhelming joy and relief; tears of joy are streaming down her face as she looks at the Creature that has rescued her.
A few minutes passed and they start to move deeper into the woods, except, this time they walk gracefully and the vines and branches no longer reach out. Instead they bow down creating a guide railing along the path. Where she walks now and what ever she goes through, the good and the bad, she will not be alone, for now He will walk right along side her giving her strength, support, and knowledge as they walk together. With the shape of their bodies disappearing into the woods there is one thing know, where ever they go now, what ever the path she follows, none else can completely follow along behind them.
