The path wound gently through the trees. Footlights made it safe even in the evening. No, it wasn't a natural occuring place, but it was beautiful just the same. A variety of trees that wouldn't be found naturally together, yet make a beautiful arraingement. Only God can make a tree, but people can design a nature trail.

Other than the lights, there were no obvious signs of civilization. No warning signs, no trash cans. It was an unspoken and well followed rule that campers and other trail blazers take out what they brought in with them. All in all, safety, beauty and tranquility were preserved.

I wondered what had brought me to such a place. The quietness was a stark contrast to the constant roar of the city. It was said that city dwellers couldn't stand to be in open areas for long. I didn't plan on being here long anyway. Just long enough to find myself.

"Find yourself, now that's a laugh," I jumped when the first hologram appeared in front of me. My Aunt Bessy, in her best (worst) snotty condescending tone, "You couldn't find yourself with a marked roadmap."

"Aunt Bessy," I replied, "figures that you would be my first demon."

"Why on earth would you want to?" she continued, oblivious of my remark, "it's not like you're anything special!"

I cringed. How many times did I actually hear her say that to me? This journey was going to be tough, I could tell, "So you say."

"Well, Beth Anne, don't you agree?" she seemed so real for a second.

"I most certainly do not. You could have more respect for someone who was named after you, you know," I said curtly, "I am special, just because I am." At that, the spectre disappeared.