The woods surrounding their little village and the single road out were dangerous. She knew it. There were bears and wolves and stinging, biting insects that sought to burrow beneath her skin. She knew it. She knew she could become lost at a moments notice, or fall down upon a faerie ring and never see the light of day again. She knew that she could fall down, alone and quiet while her bones snapped and cracked in little holes dug up by vermin and outcast alike.