Around her, the warped, eldritch branches writhed within the haunted fog as if performing some macabre dance. She sat hunched and wailing into her wicked hands, mouth agape emitting a screech that pierced my very soul.
I felt my hands begin to quiver uncontrollably, I looked to my knuckles, now ice white from the force I gripped the dagger with. I knew what had to be done, I really did, yet I so ...