moonflower
I was under the bleak winds of Henavd, the land where all witches go when the first full moon enters there teenage years. I could feel grass seeping through the gaps between my toes, I could see a place that was my own paradise. I could hear something too, not the wind, not the trees. I could hear a voice that was, as far as I was concerned, unfamiliar.
"Come my child, come live with us in the forest. Come to me Elis...."
The voice trailed away, I was scared. There was someone here who knew my name, I herd footsteps, I fell. I was too freaked out to struggle, even if I had tried, the immense force of whatever the footsteps had come from compacting me so that I could not move. I was being kidnapped.....
This was not written in 60 seconds.