Sporting Chance Content . Allice tried to keep her footing , holding an arrow nocked as the shadows warped around her . Low , moaning sounds echoed between the trees , and the moons ' light dripped down , pooling on the leaves underfoot . Where was the trail ? She tried to slow her breathing , searching for any recognizable landmark , but the woods she hunted in every night had changed . They were wilder , the trees were thicker and taller . Unknown beasts cried out all around her . There was no sign of her worn hunting trail , nothing to lead her back home . The moons loomed overhead , ominous and huge in the damp autumn air . The world heaved , and Allice was in a clearing . A form adorned with a hideous antlered mask stared at her , towering over a stained stone altar . Its wicked teeth gleamed in the bloody glow of Masser . Forms gathered at the trees ' edge , scattering every time she tried to fix her eyes on them . The figure reached forward , and an assortment of weapons faded into existence on the altar — a loathsome spear , two serrated daggers , and a black bow . She was drawn forward , compelled to approach . The figure gestured towards the weapons before her , but she shook her head and clutched her own bow even tighter , unwilling to reach out . A deranged cackle rang through her head , and the world heaved again under her feet . The clearing was gone . Regaining her footing , Allice glanced over her shoulder and saw forms writhing in the dark foliage , a jumble of gleaming eyes , moonlight on a slavering maws , and howls of beasts and riders . A low horn blasted and the wood vibrated , rattling her teeth , and the darkness behind her surged . She ran . Arrows sailed past her as she sprinted . A spear flew over her shoulder . They were gaining , she could hear their mad scrambling draw closer , but didn ' t dare look back . Desperate , she leaped high , reaching out for a tree limb . She pulled herself up just as a set of jagged teeth closed on the air where she was only seconds before . Wasting no time , she turned , readied an arrow , and let fly , relieved to hear a howl of pain from the beast below . She targeted another and another , but more arrived , howling and yipping . The creatures and their riders encircled the base of Allice ' s refuge . She clambered upward into think branches that offered her cover , but she couldn ' t lean out far enough to take aim . She was trapped . There was one hope . The branches in the canopy were entwined and dense . If she could jump far enough to reach a sturdy branch she might be able to keep moving . Just as she stretched out to test a nearby limb , she slipped as her roost shook violently . Struggling to keep her grip , she looked down to see a mass of thick black fur and shining teeth ram into the base of the bole with its hulking shoulder . Its rider , the antlered hunter , pointed its foul spear at her just as the trunk toppled . She crashed to the ground , grasping at branches and twisting as she tumbled through the gnarled limbs . There was a sickening crack as she landed . She recovered her bow and struggled to stand , falling forward as pain shot up her leg . The monster raced toward her , panting with anticipation . There was no escape . Allice ' s instincts took hold , and she aimed and shot quickly . Before the first arrow even found its mark , she shot at the rider again , and again . A howl of rage echoed in her mind , and she closed her eyes , waiting for the rending jaws to close on her . The pain didn ' t come . When she opened her eyes , Allice knew where she was . She could see the stars glimmering through the sparse canopy , saw the torches at her shack in the valley far below . Wincing , she fashioned a rough splint for her leg and reached out for her bow . On its upper limb , inlaid in shimmering red , the outline of a pair of small antlers glistened .