Personal Narrative Essay

Eff was absolutely certain that if she didn’t get this mission right, she was to be beheaded. She’d never heard of the royal family to be very lenient, so if this person she had to save had even a scratch, she was sure to be a goner.
The mission was simple. Go into the forest, find a tower, save someone, bring them back alive. Eff was okay with the forest; the forest was good. The forest was predictable. But this wasn’t just “The Forest.” This was the Dark Forest, where thieves and monsters ran rampant and feelings like compassion and mercy were nonexistent. That was a tad less predictable than the regular old forest.
Eff blew it off like it was a stray hair in front of her face. This was EFF. And this was THE QUEEN. Queen Marsaili never put anyone in unnecessary danger. Except for when she sent a hundred troops to fight a dragon that was only trying to nest. Or when Sorcerer Evander was forced to go fight a clan of gnomes

“you think there might be a better way to get inside? Because I am NOT climbing THAT.”
The horse didn’t reply.
“Right,’ Eff muttered, “Horses don’t talk.”
She walked around the base of the tower until she found a rock that looked suspiciously placed on the ground. She pulled her sword from it’s scabbard and plunged it into the ground it went right through. Eff smiled. This ground was hollow. She lifted the rock without difficulty. Sure enough, beneath the rock was a trap door. She opened it and a warm air that smelled like butterscotch and pastry wafted out.
“Haha!” She squealed. “Elsie, I found the entrance!”
Again the horse ignored her, munching on the Dark Forest Weed that grew in abundance here. Eff rolled her eyes and slipped in through the small door, closing it behind her. She could see how this person had never escaped before; closed, the door was barely visible, and even if they could see it, the rock would have been too heavy for anyone that had been in this place for very