In A Grove of Ancient Firs
It ripples beneath her as Kira wanders down the shaded path. Ravenous, clinging, its tendrils coil around her ankles as she trudges through brittle grass to a grove of ancient firs.
The Hollow found her a week ago in the forest of bleeding trees. She touched the crimson sap and felt its energy course through her fingertips. It won’t let her go now; it's feasting on her lifeforce.