{“Now who would you be?”}

You wake up on the forest floor, covered in dead leaves, mud, and what could only be blood. When you open your eyes, you squint as the sun shines down through the foliage. The next thing to catch your sight is him.

A satyr.

You had grown up to the stories of satyrs who roam the Dark Forest. Tales of trickery, lust, greed, and sloth rose from what you assumed were just fairy tales. Little did you know that you would come to face the very demon that your grandmother had warned you of as a toddler. But he didn’t have sharp teeth or an evil glint in his eye, instead he held out a hand to help you up.

Do you take it or do you run back to the village, wounds and all? Do you dare to trust him?