"Are you lost, little one?"

"No."

"Where is your home?"

"Gone. Fire."

"And your mother? Your father?"

"Fire."

"How old are you?"

"This many days."

"That's a lot of days, but not enough for you to be so big. Is there magic in you?"

"Witch."

"A witch created you?"

"From blood."

"Ah, I understand. She is gone?"

"Uh huh."

"And you were left to the woods."

"Not for a long time."

"Are you hungry?"

"Yes!"

"Would you like to see my castle? It's very big and pretty. There is food there."

"No."

"No?"

"Don't know you."

"You're very smart, aren't you?"

"Yes."

"What's your name?"

"Galeia."

"Beautiful. Do you know what it means?"

"Uh-uh."

"It means, 'Wise and joyful ruler'."

"Oh."

"I am the Queen of the Wood, sovereign of those who dwell within the trees. And I think...we were supposed to meet, Galeia. I think we were destined to arrive right here together. Do you know what 'destined' means?"

"No."

"I will teach you. I could teach you all sorts of things if you wish. And I could love you."

"Like a mother?"

"Would you like that?"

"Maybe a little."

"Well, now that you know who I am, will you come to my castle?"

"I think, yes."

"Take my hand and I will guide you."

"Is the castle my home?"

"Yes."

"I'm your daughter now?"

"You are. And Galeia? I cannot wait to see the woman you become."