"Here we are, Colter!".

Again it was Queen's shrill voice.

Ellen ran with all her might, her heart in her throat, her sight failing to record more than a blur of passing pines and a blank green wall of spruce.

Then she lost her balance, was falling, yet could not fall because of that steel grip on her hand, and was dragged, and finally carried, into a dense shade.
She was blinded.

The trees whirled and faded.