She ran through the forest, almost flying at the speed she was going. She had to get away, or
otherwise hide from the ones chasing her. Not an easy feat, considering they were some of the
world's best hunters, hired by the queen to destroy her. In the dark of the night she ran and
reached the only bridge across the river, but there were already people there, waiting for her
on the other side.
She made it halfway across, but the wooden planks were almost completely rotted away, and she
fell through.
She did not scream, did not cry out in any way as she fell. Just a silent farewell to the world
she knew, and her home, and then she was sucked down into the torrent below.
Those watching said that after she fell, the water seemed to sparkle, to glow, before all the
light gathered itself together and flew away, up into the sky like a shooting star.
They say that on the eve of her fall, every year, the water will glow, and you can see shooting
stars streaking all across the dark night sky.