Resented Quick Sleep: use these three words

Quick footsteps sounded behind her. She didn’t dare glance over her shoulder. Best not to see what stalked her through the trees’ midnight shadows. She resented being here at all, called from her sleep by a power she had no knowledge of.

A task, a simple task, a silken voice had whispered in her dreams.

Who are you? she asked from the depths of unconsciousness.

One who needs you.

And with that, she was here.

A familiar place, this forest, this path. Walked in daylight it could just be born...