emerald.holmes
A forest looms in front of me. The trees are curling and tall and black. They lace into a web overhead, blanketing the sky. Taking a deep breath, I step into the woods. As my feet touch the soft, mossy ground of the forest, it is so dark and quiet that it seems I am already deep in the forest. Suddenly, the howl of an animal unlike any I've ever heard rings through the trees. My eyes flash around, peering through the gloom. A disembodied voice tickles my ear, whispering, "Beware."
He's returned. Cold and deep darkness creep into my heart. I tremble in the shadows. A dark figure looms above me with eyes that glow crimson. I stay ever so quiet. He passes by, swirls of dark magic dripping from his fingers.
A quiet field of swaying grass, dotted with wildflowers. A woman, beautiful and fair, lays sleeping in the sunlight. She blinks, awakening in the sun. The sky is porcelain blue and the air is crisp.
Blood rushes through my fingers. Words ring in my ears and pound in my heart. My blood should be flowing to the ground, not yours. Never yours. Tears, blood, rain. Bleeding.