“‘Ello… Princess,” a spindly, crooked nosed man said crouched in the grass gawking at the little girl. Her eyes followed along the wall along to her left as she took in her surroundings, swaying around to the right, she froze. Accepting her surroundings, she listened and heard the joyful tweets of birds and the whoosh of the grass made against the wind. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled loudly, releasing her fear, unclenching and taking in the breeze. Slowly, her trembles disappeared, and her breathing slowed down. Clenching her tiny fists to help the trembles, she blinked rapidly as the wall stared back and although the wall was nowhere in reach she felt she could just reach out and nestle her fingers between the twisting bleak cracks. Her breath was heavy, eyes wide as she trembled as she looked out into an open field, littered with tree stumps for her eyes to follow, leading to a hauntingly black stone wall stretching as far as the eyes could see. Reaching her ankles and protecting her feet were a pair of white sandals. These five words whispered behind the bottle green eyes of a speckled little, long-haired ginger girl at the edge of a forest, draped in a lilac silk dress.
