I saw her shape among the shadows and gave chase, but she vanished between the trees. I pursued her, searching, running through the glades and leaping the small bushes. I became frantic, called to her, began to mumble promises I could never have kept. Near the forest's edge I tripped on a root and crashed into the ground. When I looked up, she stood over me. Looking into those eyes, I realized that only her shape was human. Based on a story by Wyverns writer A. Doyen Rainey, used with permission.