You could hear the brief sounds of your aunts Flora, Fauna and Merryweather calling you back to the cottage in the background, but you chose to ignore it as you stumbled upon a large oak tree filled with berries.

You began to carefully pick one after the other, dropping them into your basket. They’d be perfect for your cake later.

What a way to spend your fifteenth birthday - alone in the woods. It was almost humbling if not peaceful.

Just then, the clip-clop of a horse’s hoofs could be heard as you fell down upon the tree trunk, a young man perhaps two or three years older than you jumping off of it.

“Fuck, Sampson,” He breathed, raking a hand through his light brown hair. “I told you to watch out.”

He was certainly handsome and dressed a little too fancy for some random pedestrian in the forest.

He suddenly realized that you had fallen over, and he smiled sheepishly, rubbing his neck as he offered you a hand. “Sorry about that.”