Lila loved to spend summer holidays at her grandma Maeve's old house, deep in the country. The house creaked, had dusty books, and strange souvenirs from a past time. On a rainy afternoon, while exploring the loft, Lila's fingers grazed over a little wooden board that was hidden behind stacks of old trunks.
Curious, she pushed it open to discover a thin, ancient door filled with tattered silver signs. The door creaked open, and in the doorway, a swirling vortex of light was humming softly. Pulse pounding with fear and exhilaration, Lila stepped through—and immediately the world around her had altered.
She stood in a black forest unlike any she'd ever seen. The trees twisted into grotesque shapes, and a cold wind whispered through the darkness. Shadows danced in the night. Out from behind the twisted branches emerged Morgana, the witch of ill fame for this world.
"Who trespasses on my land?" Morgana spat, her eyes burning with evil.
Lila's legs trembled, but she turned back and ran, the witch's cackling laughter echoing through her mind.