A dark cloud overshadowed the young maiden’s mind as she walked along the dark path toward her home. The familiar trails offered no safety, for her soul echoed with ominous forebodings. Fear’s fingers gripped her heart, as she sensed a grim shadow looming over her fate.
In the strength of her faith, the maiden prayed fervently, but even the angels seemed to tremble in terror. In the darkness of the night, a malevolent shadow waited, concealed within the forest, its cunning eyes fixed on its prey.
No one heard the maiden’s cries for help as she battled the terror of her final moments. After the bloodthirsty beast carried out its horrific deed, it buried the young soul deep within the mire and planted a pine sapling as a marker of the dreadful event. Though the girl’s life was cut tragically short, her memory would live on forever in the tales of the people and the whispering of the forest.