(This is Maisie, also known as Little Red Riding Hood she doesn't hate magic, but guns and weapons have always been more useful for her.)

Maisie leaned calmly against a tree trunk and closed her eyes. They had gone somewhere, though she wasn't completely certain where. She tried to blot out the noise of her breathing. Eventually, the sounds of the forest crept into her ears. 
	She could hear the dark chirping of the crickets, and the soft hissing of the wind blowing gently through the leaves. [i]But where are the wolves?[/i] She wondered. Jack had been running ahead, said he had to check something, and then... silence. This dreadful, awful, silence. The wind, the crickets, the trees, they made noise, but they couldn't fill the hollow emptiness in the air... With a start, Maisie realized her hands were shaking. If she hadn't been forcing herself to stay quiet, she would have chuckled. She wasn't afraid of anything... almost. 
	After that indecent at her grandmother's house all those years ago, nothing could terrify her. After being forced through such horror at such a young age, instead of curling up at home and refusing to go outside, she dedicated her life to never being defenseless again. It had taken a little work, but Maisie had trained herself day in and out to become the sharpshooting legend she was now. As long as she had her cape and her pistol, nothing could touch Maisie's heart with fear. 
	 But now, here she was trembling, her blood red cap draped around her shoulders and her pistol clutched tightly in her right hand. Why was she trembling? [i]It's because, for once, I don't know where anything is... but I can feel it... watching me.[/i] She thought, shivering.
	Suddenly, a loud crack sounded just behind her. Maisie span. Only a few feet away a huge growling monster had been crouching. It stood on it’s two hind paws and bared it’s teeth. Maisie didn't even wait to see what it was. She screamed, and ran. With a howl, the monster shot into action and started chasing her. 
	Maisie dashed haphazardly through the trees. Vines and branches were whipping past her face, but she didn't try to avoid them. She was running in blind terror. Agilely, Maisie skipped over a tiny brook. Moments later, the echoing splash of the monster still chasing her reached her ears. Gasping, Maisie grappled at the strings of her red cloak. So maybe the magic no longer worked, but she had to try! 
	Being so busy with her cloak, the girl didn't notice how far through the forest she had run. Within seconds, she burst out of the underbrush, and tripped on a large root. Balance lost, she stumbled, then tumbled out onto a main road. About twenty feet away, a carriage loomed in front of her. 
	“HELP ME! PLEASE!” She screamed. (Done)