The Will o' the Queen ♛ for albannach

For a moment, the land was quiet, still, an utter serenity throughout the woodland. But then, the magic arrived. The ground shook, tearing itself apart in a violent swirl, magenta smoke whirling itself into a frenzy. Birds flew from the trees, and any animals with any sense, scarpered as fast as their feet could take them - not simply because something strange had appeared in their midst, but something evil.

From out of the smoke strides the Evil Queen, head held high as takes in the new land she's found herself in. It hardly looks any different to the place she just left, and she casts the trees a disapproving sneer. She had hoped the terrain would be a little less troublesome than this, but it's no matter for someone with magic. A twist of her hand, and she disappears in a cloud of purple smoke, reappearing miles away only to find.. more trees.

She lets out an exasperated scoff, throwing her hands up to the heavens. How is she supposed to find the stones if everything is hidden by such dense woodland? She supposes she's going to have to do this the peasant way, and look. With a sigh, she begins walking, determined to at least find herself on a path, or somewhere where she might find further clues.