The tender click of hooves on stone was the only sound heard that night in July. Not one other sound awoke the sleep of Alexis Daly. She heard it in her sleep as well, a soft, heartfelt sound. The sound was slowly drawing her in for a reason she didn't understand. She became aware peacefully, and got out of bed; putting on her soft leather shoes she got from Gran last Christmas. She tiptoed downstairs. The house was starting to glow gold with the rise of the sun. She winced as the old wood floor creaked beneath her.
Opening the rusted door, she noticed the drops of sunlight on the new blades of grass. They sparkled with fire. The trees were just beginning to glow with a luminous halo. The click sound was still clearly audible, and her ears tried to lead her to the source. Deeper and deeper into the woods she went, stumbling and falling over vines and logs, to find her face-down in a sea of green and brown, the forest floor. She picked herself up, and brushed the dirt and mud