The old man turns to you, staring with cold eyes. You look away, shaken.
As the fire slowly dies, they leave to their tents. Alone, you gaze at the stars, thinking of the events of the past few hours.
A faint, distant crackle draws your attention. Blue static surges from tree to tree. These dark skeletons, petrified giants with forever leafless branches, bathe in a pallor gray fog.
Slowly, you drift away...
"Get up! They're coming."
Posted by dan at June 30, 2004 7:17 PM