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FJ22
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A demon terrorized and drifted her way freely throughout the forest that surrounded her. She claimed home to this dark, lush greenery and made it her hunting grounds. But she wasn't the only one who didn't seem to exist in this realm. Villages knew of her and expected her arrival.
The evenings would slow to a complete halt of farm production. Sewing and seeding, plucking and shipping would be replace with the murmurs of worry. Mothers would distract themselves with quilting, but uneven stitches would form from the sniffling of their children. A meeting was made easier in the day for parents. The cellar of one villager's home was crowded to the stairs and walls. But the secrecy was needed. No one knew how the demon got around, or how well she could hear. The suggestion for sacrifice was pounced onto them. All eyes dulled with the hollowing fear about the idea. But this hard decision was expected to be made and return by tomorrow night. The village sheriff demanded it.
The demon herself was being harmless at the moment. Her toes kissed the ripples of the water that bounced near some ominous roots. She perched like a timid bird, looking more fragile as her head cocked to the side, then swung back. The view was always the same. The forest may have been lush, but since her arrival things looks tangled, and chaotic. The forest gave off the idea to lost travellers that escape was not possible. The trees grew large, their roots spill out over the grass like hungry snakes. The sky realm was continuously violated by the twisted ground below it. She wondered if the sky could even breath anymore. She knew, she couldn't.
The evenings would slow to a complete halt of farm production. Sewing and seeding, plucking and shipping would be replace with the murmurs of worry. Mothers would distract themselves with quilting, but uneven stitches would form from the sniffling of their children. A meeting was made easier in the day for parents. The cellar of one villager's home was crowded to the stairs and walls. But the secrecy was needed. No one knew how the demon got around, or how well she could hear. The suggestion for sacrifice was pounced onto them. All eyes dulled with the hollowing fear about the idea. But this hard decision was expected to be made and return by tomorrow night. The village sheriff demanded it.
The demon herself was being harmless at the moment. Her toes kissed the ripples of the water that bounced near some ominous roots. She perched like a timid bird, looking more fragile as her head cocked to the side, then swung back. The view was always the same. The forest may have been lush, but since her arrival things looks tangled, and chaotic. The forest gave off the idea to lost travellers that escape was not possible. The trees grew large, their roots spill out over the grass like hungry snakes. The sky realm was continuously violated by the twisted ground below it. She wondered if the sky could even breath anymore. She knew, she couldn't.