posted on May, 27 2014 @ 10:36 AM
As I lay in that blissful meadow, the scent of roses and lavender and the lovely grasses rising and falling with the caressing breeze, my mind
drifted with the few puffs of clouds in the deep blue sky, framed by the freshly green trees. I never, ever wanted to leave this spot, I thought to
myself with a secret smile.
But these were still not my woods. I was somewhere far away, and on the other side of that rose brier lay a braying darkness, foulness and
corruption. As I remembered my terrified flight, I could feel the fierce pacing behind the bushes, the fury of thwarted intent. I shuddered, my skin
suddenly clammy and cold. For it was not just my memory, nor my imagination that had stirred, but the brier itself seemed to pulse ever so slightly,
as if the monstrous enemy were lurking there, watching, seeking entry.
And beneath that, deeper, vibrating through the earth to my fingertips, still pressing into the sweet soil, a slow steady beat pounded from far
away...it was not the randomness of footfalls on the other side of the roses, but an unwholesome pulse, like a single dark heart, reverberating
through the fair woods. Something about it was filled with sickness and despair...
I gasped in understanding. It was that heart, that evil beat, that had corrupted the woods beyond. It was that heart that had awakened the evil
Hunters, that heart that now assaulted the border of this fair land...assaulted me as I felt it trying to pull me into its powerful rhythm.
The only thing I could think of was "away!" and so I dizzily stood, feeling the pulse more strongly now that I'd recognized it; it was there
beneath my feet, insistent and horrible. As I stared wildly at the rose brier, I saw one red petal begin to blacken and curl to the beat of this
Enemy. My breath shortened again with fear, my own heart pounding frantically against the dark thrum.
It was coming.
I ran; torn skirts lifted and boots pounding, wishing with all my heart to be safe, and home...