In the days when animals could talk, there lived a small village in Ireland on the edge of a forest. The forest was dark and foul, so horrible that the villagers were terrified to go near it. In this village lived a mother with her young daughter named Fiona. Fiona was a good-natured child and was adored by the people of the village. However, she was still as reckless and curious as any young boy. After hearing such scary stories about the forest she decided she had to go there herself. "Mom, can I go out?" Fiona called her mother innocently. Her mother met Fiona's gaze as she decided, "Yes, you can Fiona." Fiona smiled mischievously as she swaggered towards the wooden door. However, before she could grab the handle, her mother interrupted her. When she placed her hand on Fiona's shoulder, Fiona tensed, fearing that her mother had discovered her intention to leave the house. “Now Fiona, remember not to stray too far from home. We don't want you to get lost now, do we?" "No..." Fiona murmured, giving her mother a faint smile. Without waiting for an answer, Fiona left her mother in their little house. As Fiona walked through the village she walked anxiously and had the nausea She had never disobeyed her mother's wishes before. Paranoid she walked with her head over her shoulder feeling the presence of someone's wandering eyes. Without realizing it, she carelessly walked into a frail old man. Frightened she almost fell on the damp grass. Me I'm so sorry! I didn't see you there!" Fiona gasped in surprise. “How could you see me? Your eyes were looking in the wrong direction, little girl. The old man chuckled when he noticed Fiona's expression. Fiona didn't seem to want to answer the old woman but...... middle of paper...... no kind-spirited response. Now she realized she was lost in a silent forest, all alone. He stood still in confusion, panicked and began to climb. Suddenly she heard her mother's sweet, warm voice calling her. “Fiona? Fiona! Where are you my darling?" Fiona also shouted her mother but she was nowhere to be found. She fell to her knees and tears ran down her pale face. She missed being with her mother and playing in the village where she felt safe. She continued to cry out of anguish. Then she noticed a familiar tone behind her. It was the old man's voice. Fiona stood up and turned around. She noticed that it was not the same weak old man she had spoken to that day and black. With the same ones soul-piercing eyes. He spoke furiously as he stared at her. “Why didn't you listen to me too, Fiona?”