The sky was the most heavenly shade of eggshell blue, the clouds soft and fluffy above the mountains. Ophelia was flying, the air rushing through her hair and the forest a green blur underneath her. She had never felt so alive. So invigorated. Relishing the sun on her face, she hummed contentedly to herself.

Suddenly, she felt an odd sensation. It felt as though there was something important that she was missing. As though she were in danger and simply unaware of it. She felt ...