There’s nothing as freeing as letting the mind wander, even if it is for a minute or two, away from reality. But even when one is flying away in the distant realms of imagination, one has to remember to keep their feet on the ground.
It was in a beautiful, golden day that Sara forgot this, and her walk across the woods became a nightmare. For her steps, like her, were free, and so their path was aimless.
When she alighted back on reality, the forest became a maze one full of stirring bushes, and distant growls. And so, with her heart thumping to the rhythm of fear, she barreled away, and in her haste, her foot struck a root, and, in turn, she struck the ground.
Breathing heavy, she leaned against a closeby tree, and there she found glimmering, menacing eyes shone in the shadows encompassing her. Each pair came with a deep growl.
Her gaze slid to her wrist, and there she found a dripping wound. Trembling, she closed her eyes and hid between her knees.
Soon, she felt a prod, and her entire body tensed up. Perhaps if she remained stone-still they wouldn’t harm her. She felt another prod then and, glacially, she looked up.
She found not a wolf, but a giant, ancient turtle with a large, red bandage on its palm.
“Here,” the creature said, and the menacing gazes in the shadows scattered away. “For your wound.”
She nodded, drew a deep breath. “Th--thank you.”
The creature bandaged her entire arm, and made her climb onto its shell. “I will take you back,” it said, and it did just that.
In time, when they said goodbye, the turtle added, “Beware how far away you fly, or your feet may wind up leaving your world’s ground again, and I may not be around to help you.”
“Again?” she said, but the creature was long gone.
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