The Bracken Woods Where...am I?

CRACK

Alasie's eyes shot open—jolted by the deafening sound of rolling thunder clapping further north. She tried to raise her head, only to be demobolized by a wave of drowziness. Laying on the ground, she took in her surroundings.

"Where...am I?" was the only thought that crossed her mind.

The thick woods that towered over her head was a new sight—vastly different than the glaciers she called home.

"Home", she whispered with a wavering voice. What happened, again? Alasie whimpered.

"That's right. I was abandoned".

Alasie needed to find a place to rest, and some food, too. She wouldn't want to be caught in the rain. Lifting her tired head, Alasie prepared to journey south—unsure if there's even anything there. Alasie began her trek with her first uneasy step, and she eventually moved past the pain and discomfort of movement. But she was not without uncertainty—the eerie feeling of a prowler overwhelmed her. Suddenly all she could feel was her shaky breath as she peered into the woods, searching for her stalker.