Chatbot, please write an origin story for a character who is sort of a cross between a Cinderella princess and a superhero. She’s initially held by an evil witch but escapes and then meets some forest creatures who take her in to become their champion.
I ran.

I didn’t dare look back. I didn’t know if the tower curse was true, but the Witch was nothing if not devious. The forest before me was dark and foreboding, but what choice did I have? I plunged into the thicket.

After what seemed ages of running, I fell to the mud in exhaustion. It probably wasn’t horribly long in reality – years trapped in a dungeon are not kind to the legs – but I had at least escaped the Witch’s valley. Curling up by the gnarled roots of a blackened tree, my tears’ floodgates suddenly opened. I muffled my sobs as much as I could.

“You should not dally, Miss.” 

I bolted upright at the voice. It was not the Witch’s screech, but a deep baritone. Even so, my heart trembled with fear. “Who’s there?!”

A stag stepped out from the underbrush. It was not a tall one and was clearly advanced in years, but he looked me square in the eyes. “You cannot stay here. If you do not keep moving, the Witch’s minions will snatch you. Come.”

Though skeptical, I had few options. I staggered to my feet and followed the greying stag deeper into the forest. The canopy blotted out all but the faintest glimmer of sunlight. I was nearly ready to collapse by the time he stopped.

“You are safe for now. You may rest with us.” To my surprise, I saw the dim figures of many animals around me. Not only deer but squirrels, boars, rabbits, beavers, and more. They chittered amongst themselves excitedly. 

At length, the stag spoke again. “Did you truly escape the Witch’s Tower? Under your own power?”

It took time to find my voice. “Yes,” I said meekly. “It took a long time of looking for opportunities.”

“Then you may be the one who was foretold. The great champion who will be our avatar in the human world.”

Suddenly the creatures draped a heavy cloak over my shoulders and an antlered helmet upon my head. “You will defend the forest from those who would do it harm and enlist the good peoples of the human world to battle evil. You, young lady, are the Thicket Warrior.”