A Hero's Journey To Salem

It was a cold Autumn afternoon when Salem had been wandering aimlessly through a valley near her hometown. She fashioned her usual apparel: the hem of her sleek, white gown fluttering in the currents of the wind, the chime of her golden wrist-wear and many golden necklaces echoing through the mountains and hills. She seemed to be in quite a hurry, her heels clicking against the brick-paved path beneath her in rapid succession, her lowered head overshadowed by the silhouette of untamed hair, her slender arms folded briskly over her chest. Around her rustled the many leaves of Autumn trees that littered the ground, the hills, and even the base of the mountainside. Nearest to her vicinity swayed a little river, where lied her reflection in all
Common sense would tell her to conjure a map using her wand, but it was far too cold for her to think straight, and she was actually quite sad having to leave everything behind. The sun was starting to set earlier now that the seasons had changed, and it was much darker outside than Salem had anticipated. At a certain time, wolves and other creatures would lurk this very valley in search of food, and Salem was a vulnerable target. ’If only Oracles could tell their own future’, She thought, her steadily increasing paranoia heightening the pace of her breaths. It was only after the snap of a twig that she had taken a light jog, though she found it challenging in her heels. It wasn't long before before the fleeting absence of the sun casted a veil of darkness over the land, and hungry eyes began to appear in the void of the forest. Only moments later did beastly growls resonate slowly into existence, and Salem broke into a full
As the sound of paws hitting the pavement drew near, she began to regret having ever left town, and in a fit of panic she began to cry out, her sprint regressing to a desperate flail until finally her heels caved under the weight and stress of her steps. She promptly fell onto her waist, and as a pack of hungry wolves closed in on her she clenched her ill-fated heart, closing her eyes tightly and averting her head, only to befall upon immediate silence. Eyes having expected impending doom opened widely, wandering her surroundings as she raised her curious head, only to find that she lied in what seemed a grassy milieu. She pushed against the ground to sit herself up, before slowly clenching her hair in both hands, and then dragging them down her face and along the frame of her body. What had happened to the valley, the wolves? Where had she gone. “What kind of sorcery is this?” She mumbled to herself, slowly standing to her feet and looking around. She took one step forward and immediately fell to her knees, prodding an index finger along the temple of her forehead. There were suddenly all of these visions flashing through her head, new futures, new