Oliver and Fatima had been walking for hours, and they were both exhausted. They had been searching for Amelia, but so far they had no luck. Suddenly, they heard a voice calling out to them from the darkness.
"Oliver! Fatima!" It was Amelia. She was standing in the shadows, her face pale and her eyes wide with fear.
"Amelia! What's wrong?" Oliver asked, rushing to her side.
"You must leave this place," Amelia said urgently. "The Witch Queen has been seen in the area. She is looking for you, and she will not stop until she finds you. You must go now, before it is too late!"
Fatima and Oliver looked at each other in shock. They had heard stories of the Witch Queen, but they had never seen her. Now, here she was, looking for them.
"We must go," Oliver said, taking Fatima's hand. "Come on, let's go!"
The three of them ran through the darkness, not daring to look back. They ran until they reached the edge of the forest, and then they stopped to catch their breath.
"We must keep going," Amelia said. "We must find a safe place to hide until the Witch Queen is gone."
The three of them continued on their journey, staying as far away from the Witch Queen as possible. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they reached a small village.
"We can stay here for the night," Amelia said. "But we must leave in the morning. The Witch Queen is still looking for us, and we must not let her find us."
Oliver and Fatima nodded in agreement. They were both exhausted and scared, but they knew that Amelia was right. They had to keep moving if they wanted to stay alive.