Random thing I was working on, who knows maybe it'll become something

White fluffy clouds drifted happily across the sky, birds shared their joy in song and the trees swayed in time. She looked upon this happy scene, a stark contrast to the events of this day and she was filled with hope, not hope for herself. She was going to suffer still, the consequences of having a conscience. SHaking herself from her thoughts she knew it was time to leave this life behind, it was time to become who she was meant to be. This would be the greatest challenge yet, to become fearless, to be become strong. She had been alone for as long as she could remember, but never far from the one thing that brings her comfort. Never far from the gift her grandmother had given her.
A small Claddagh ring hung on a necklace around her neck, a promise, the very thing that broke her heart and crushed her faith. A reminder to never trust another. She grabbed her bag and bed roll and headed out the shelter. She ran.
Ketterly forrest was spread over most of the land, there were many druid camps and many hidden lakes. It was a place where one could easily get lost. The trees so tall and proud blocked out all but few rays from the sun and the dark shadowy landscape played on the minds of those who entered. A soft voice was singing in the trees.
                                                 If you do enter the forrest,
                                                 Beware you enter your doom
                                                 For ketterly will take you
                                                 and keep you in it's gloom
                                                 For all who know the woods
                                                 Beware, beware the trees
                                                 For this is land enchanted
                                                 Trees do follow the breeze....
The wind picked up as a young woman sprinted through the forrest. The trees seemed to open a path for her, leading her to her destination. The small druid boy, named Galihad, who sat in the trees watched in awe as he recognised the girl as the one of legend, the one who would bring this world to peace. He sang again a new song one of hope.
                                               When the daughter of Erin rises
                                               The terror of night shall cease
                                               She'll take to the mountains of mourne
                                               and put the land to peace
                                               Waking creatures of legend
                                               The quality of life increased
                                               To the hills, to the hills
                                               She needs to meet the high priest.....
She was running out of time the solstice was only two days away and she needed to get to the mountains of mourne. There she would have to find the druid and present him with a worthy gift. She considered stealing a horse in the village at the foothills of Mt Mourne, but she knew she had to leave behind her obtuse ways. It was time to become wiser, to  not fight by brute strength alone. She was filled with determination and then a strange movement caught her eye. She stopped and being completely still looked in the direction of the movement. There it was again, but it was impossible, trees were moving. The trees seemed to be swimming through the soil with great finesse and ease. She fell to her knees and watched, trying to absorb this new developement.
Galihad watched as Scarramore, the girl of legend, fell to her knees. He had to smile at her reaction to the trees, It was strange to him that people did not realise how alive nature was around them. He climbed down and slowly approached Scarramore.