The redwoods were a beautiful forest. In that, she had not been led astray. Though darkness of night had turned the vibrant collage into a muddled symphony of dark crimsons and browns, slivers of moonlight allowed select leaves to return to their shining scarlet hue. With night came a calm silence, quiet enough to highlight the sound of each leaf as it fell from its tree and drifted to rest on the soil among its brethren. This silence was broken by footsteps, th...