The forest should have been safe. Nobody saw you go in, and nobody enters of their own will. You had been very sure that she would never find you here.
It had been a bet. Go in and just see the beast, and come back alive. Live like a king. But as soon as four golden eyes had opened and seen you, you knew it was all over. You'd run, had been running for what felt like ages now. The hunter was always just behind you. You could hear her high, eerie laugh in your sleep, could hear the rattling of the bits of armor she wears, could feel the spark of her magics prickling the back of your neck. You'd found this forest, finally, and felt secure for a while.
But there was her laughter, and the trees whispering strangely. She stepped from the darkness, lit green from the glow of her runes and magics, and demanded your head for her master.