The last to speak commanded in a low dry voice for them to show respect; they were in a place of great power. The others shivered and leaned into the
fire, away from the encroaching dark. “Look around--nothing is what it appears. Each one of these trees was once human as you…”
Light, shadow, and something else had transformed her into a fearsome thing; limbs extended and cracked. A sound of ripping fabric.
Her voice evoked in them a dark dread, an awful awareness of the limitations of their mortal frame. The storm reached a crescendo, and It broke
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