This was a birthday story star for a very good friend of mine :D

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Fifteen years ago Eliza was born. She was born in the middle of a screaming storm in the middle of a small town in Ireland, where her parents were staying do her mothers job.
Fifteen seconds ago Eliza stepped into her closet to hang up her coat and stepped out to a forest… her sweater still clutched in her hand.
“Oh…� she said softly, looking around with a half disappointed half amused look on her face.
Eliza looked up at the sky and was rewarded when a gossamer thin cloud whispered past a bright orange moon… and then covered another moon that was the color of blood. The moons reflected into her bright silver eyes and turned her normally pale skin a tone of peach that was so perfect as to be princess like.
“Crap.�
She let her eyes fall from the moons and began to take in her surroundings, the moons (a third had joined the other two this one looked like the blushing cheek of a delicate girl) and to the forest around her.
The trees were as tall as sky scrapers and as wide as an apartment complex and where she stood was one of the few places where the triple moon light could get through; it was a small clearing, not ten feet across, and the ground rippled with roots that were as wide as Eliza was tall, each one shining with silver and blue sap.
“Double crap.�
There was very little brush surrounding the trees but there were great, spiraling vines that climbed up the monsters, some of them blooming with the most amazing flowers; each one had pear shaped petals with the wide part connected to a center that was shaped like a crown and dusted with sparkling golden pollen. Each one of those petals was a deep, luscious crimson and tipped in black and each one of them smelled like cinnamon and honey.
Eliza didn’t take too much note of these, though one part of her mind admired their incredible beauty, the rest of her mind was focused on where she was and how she arrived there.
Carefully, she turned in a circled, aware that one misstep could lead to a sprained or even broken ankle from the snarling roots. She looked around her, behind her, and above her but she found no closet in the middle of all the forest, and there was plenty of forest to scan over; it went for miles and miles in each direction and almost all of it was in shadow save for the little puddle of light where Eliza stood, gripping her sweater like it was the only solid thing within reach.
Eliza stepped forward carefully, balancing each tennis shoe on a root before placing her weight upon it. Her first step ended in pain as a branch snagged at her loosely braided black hair, yanking her head backwards.
She turned and glared at the offending branch, twisting her arms around her hair and yanking… and as if it understood her intent, the branch released the lock of hair letting the braid flop back onto Eliza’s back with the tip swinging just above her knees.
The hard yank that apparently wasn’t needed threw Eliza off balance and she toppled forward, towards the nest of vines. It was only from years of dodging poking, tickling hands that Eliza managed to stay on her feet.
“This sucks,� she growled to no one in particular.