a mystery

The window was whispering and the wind was blowing. Her mother was waiting for her and there she was, walking to her house after a long day of playing with her friends. She saw something, and her eyes lit. She ran into the woods. She loved mysteries. but how would she know that after that night, she would become a one? Every fairytale comes with the same warning. Little children should never go to the woods alone. Who knows what they'll encounter? A hungry wolf, a handsome devil or maybe something worse. That's the common misconception about fairytales. Those kids that go to the woods alone, they rarely come back. And even if they do, they're never the same. They always change in some fundamental way. She kept moving. She didn't know what was there. It could be everything, and it could be nothing. She kept putting one foot infront of the other. Until she saw him. They say it only takes one spark to light a fire.If she had known how big the blaze would get, would she light the match again?