Greta kept walking through the forest taking in the view. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath
The smells reminded her of a time from her past. She could see her Mom sitting in the field with her dog Chewy.
Suddenly her eyes shot open. What was this weird sensation on her cheek? She raised her hand to her eye only to recoil almost immediately. Was that water? Was it raining? Or was it a tear?
Was Greta crying? She hadn’t cried in years. Ever since that day. She tried hard not to think about it as she walked through the forest, but the memories kept rushing back to her.
“Fuck” she thought. “This is happening, I guess I have to accept this”.
She remembered something her mom said to her countless times. Greta played the words in her head over and over again.
“If you have something bothering you, find a dark quiet place and meditate. Find the source of the anxiety and let the possibilities play out in your head. Find the possibility you like the most, and follow that one to the light”.
Greta meandered quietly through the forest, constantly playing those words in her head. As if her mom was directing her from beyond, she came across a rock formation. There was a dark opening in the rocks that intrigued her.
As she walked towards the opening she said a silent thanks to her mom, for always guiding her the right way.
Greta walked into the opening and a musky, dank air brushed past her face. She walked forward and took a seat on the floor of this mysterious cave. She opened her bag and took out a book.
A quiet incantation snuck out of her mouth.
“Incindious ignitium …”
A small fire appeared, Greta closed her eyes and got lost in her thoughts.