6Prologue
The women's eyes flashed in the firelight. I could hear her raspy breath as she advances towards me, her bloodstained axe lifted above her head.
"What have I done to you to deserve such torture?" I cried to the evil stranger as the burning pain shot up through my leg and through my body once more. It was as if I was on fire along with the woods that I was lying in.
"I live to kill three," the women hissed at me. "And because you, Elisabeth Taylor, were the third born, I put a curse on you. Whenever the woods die, you will die." She glared at me through her beady, red, slanted eyes. "That's why I set fire to these woods, so you would have a slow and painful death, so your screams would be heard long into the night." I cringed in burning pain. But then suddenly, the dream came back to me, turning my burning pain into raging hatred.
"So it was you!" I screamed to the stranger. "You were the women roaming the town at night! You were the creature that killed my youngest brother, the sixth born!"
"Ahh yes, the sixth child, the second multiple of three," laughed the women. But this laugh was not from a human; this laugh was full of hatred, and un-human like. I screamed in pain as I felt the burning sensation shoot through my body once more. I herd shouts from my cottage. I tried to scream, but all that came out of my mouth was blood.
"Now, for the final task," she cackled. Frantic I tried to scramble away, but my body was in too much pain for me to move. I was helpless. I tried to close my eyes, but it wouldn't work. I watched in horror as the stranger lifted the bloodstained axe above her head once more. Through the flames I could see the full moon shining brightly behind her.
"Wait," I managed to cough. "Give me and my woods one more chance," I pleaded.
"Fine." The stranger hissed. "You will become a ghost. Evan with the horrid face conditions that you have from those burns, you must find a man of your age and he must fall in love with you. But you mustn't let him touch you until he says he is ready to spend forever with you. Then, when you touch him, he will become a ghost with you as well."
"But what about my woods?" I could tell that I was dying.
"Ahhh yes, this wretched woodland," she cackled. "Although you will no longer exist, you will live together for all eternity in these woods." And with those final words, she brought down her axe upon my neck and.