You live in a deep wooded thicket. All around you for miles and miles and miles is pure greenery and foliage. You live peacefully in a cottage. (Choose what you are. A witch, fairy, goblin, human, whatever, etc.) You hear the snapping of a stick.

I stumble through the foliage. I wear silver armor and in a small fit of anger I throw down my helmet. A trickle of blood from a cut on my forehead steadily streams down my face and I hold my side. I lean against a tree and look at your cottage…