The Quiet (Edited)
The chill in the elegant air sends goosebumps and shivers ravishing thought her spin. Her lips turning ever so blue and fingers tip numb to the touch; she felt as if she had been set to ice.
The Bazar chirping she hears from above, the rare Alco birds flying and collecting for the nests they build, the chills of winter perfect for the little ones to be soon born. She watched them fly so swiftly one treetop to another, there Delicate black wings with golden spikes glistering with the light, they glide with the wind.
Her surroundings felt ever so lonely, the old decaying trees stood 12 feet tall, side by side like shoulders ready to fight so long ago. Their branches hung so low, low enough to blind someone if she was careful.
Fia laid against the tree, remembering the story that her father told her so long ago when she was only just a small child abut the forest and why the people in the village would whisper about the story’s they had once heard.
In the end, the woods of the dead tree was now named the dead forest by anyone who knew the horrifying story’s about what had once happened in here. Fia felt the shivers spread down her spine as the wind increased, turning in to such strong gales.
She walked around, not knowing where she was going. The forest had this trick of confusing the people within, you would think your heading north, but the trees seemed to move when you are not looking making every way look somewhat the same. Over the years, individual maps were made for people who dared to enter to keep themselves on track.
She walked closer to this large old oak tree standing so tall, looked to be the tallest of them all, she tightened the ratty tope she had clung to her waist holding her life possessions in tow. With one swish jump, she clung to an overhanging branch bracing her hands for grip to keep herself steady, steadying her old leather boots on the trunk of the beautiful oak. She made her way towards the tallest branch of them, towards the sky, she needed a better view of what lay ahead.
As she sat on the top branches of this beast of a tree, she peered at what was laid ahead; she saw a thick grey smog laid on the floor of the forest, Covering it like a sheet.
She winced in pain as her hand slipped from the branch above that she had clung to for support, as the branch broke it crashed to the bottom of the floor with a thud, leaving a gash across the centre of pale hands. Fia examined her hands to see them dripping with fresh blood, pulsing from the pain.
She couldn't afford to waste her last bit of drinking water on this gash, ripping a piece of cloth from her already badly torn shirt, Leaving her shivering colder then she was before. Bandaged her hands, the only thought that came across her mind was the hope that should be able to find clean water before it becomes infected.
By the time she got back onto the floor, the smog had made its way towards her; the ground was un-seeable she could not tell if she was stepping on dead Leaves or a dead Fox.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps made itself present and that she had done plenty of times before, Fia started to run for her life once more. She could see a glimpse of the forest as she ran Making a sloshing sound with every step the crushing of dead leaves the smell of rotten flesh.
The darkness of the smog had started sleeping in Her shoes leaving her feet so ever numb, she couldn't feel her toes no more, she could have stepped on a nail, but she wouldn't have known She wouldn't have thought it.
The gasping pain for air soon became known And a striking Payne was shooting through her legs, leaving them burning it was if they were speaking, begging for her to stop. Still, she couldn’t do any such thing, as the smog was getting thicker and by the minute, the sunlight was fading ever so far, faster than normal , and when the fire goes out for the day, it becomes darker then a man with no soul and everyone knows what come out when the light goes away.
