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Dark dreams and sunlight orbs, buried deep within the Brackmore Woods.
Every child in the village knew those words, every bedtime story contained their echo. Don’t stray off the path, don’t wander too far into the forest. Something wicked lives deep within the woodland.
I learned that and I obeyed. Until today. After the rules changed. After… well, things got desperate. I went past the boundaries, past the whispers, into the shadowed forest. Where the only light came from the wicked. There, in the dirt, I sketched a rune and said a dark, sacred name.
For a moment, I waited. Afraid they wouldn’t come, and afraid they would. Then came a growl, then two, and three, then a thousand. And the eyes, so many pairs of yellow eyes. I trembled, but I found my voice and prayed they would not kill me before I finished my tale.
“The Dark Brethren have returned. They have taken my village, they have—” There my voice broke. I could not speak of the atrocities I saw. I simply looked at those shining eyes and said, “We need you.”
They looked back, with such a terrible gaze, but replied, “We will come.”
I sighed in relief. You see, sometimes you just needed the help of the wicked.
To fight something worse.
Fiction © Copyright A.F. Stewart
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Stories of disaster influenced by horrific intent.
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