Gwyn's Tale — Angela Ford

I led the cows to pasture, but then started across the field with nothing but my frayed overalls and my dinner. I said goodbye to the freshly turned dirt, squelching under my bare feet and oozing between my toes. I said goodbye to the brown fields full of stubble and plants just beginning to grow, to the dew on blades of grass, the wide sky of promise and everything I had ever known. I didn't know how I'd fare, but all the same I was going to the Forbidden Forest, never to be seen by anyone in my village again.