Oct 23, 2024 7:54 pm
[Morning - April 1, Monday]
The interior of the forest was eerie and morbid at first, all trees were dead, the soil dried, and tombstones & skull were what decorated the place; throwing some students off the idea of going through there. Crows were everywhere, shrieking at any presence. But, as the school building got closer, the forest seemed a bit more normal, more lively; but even then, there were lots of trees and plants that couldn't be found anywhere in the human world, with rare colors. Occasionally, a stream could be seem.
The forest path narrowed as Adela continued onward, she lost sight of any other students, the trees growing closer together until their branches formed a dense canopy above her. The sunlight filtering through the leaves was dim and green, casting long shadows that seemed to shift as if alive. There was a faint rustling sound, like whispers in the breeze, and the air grew cooler the deeper she went.
Ahead, the trail split around an ancient, moss-covered stone shrine that stood off to one side. The shrine’s surface was cracked, its edges weathered with age, and a small stream trickled nearby, its water shimmering with a faint magical glow. The figure at the center of the shrine was a delicate statue of a forest spirit, carved with hollow eyes and flowing limbs, but even from a distance, Adela could see that it was damaged—its right arm was missing, and cracks ran along its body.
As she drew closer, a sound caught her attention: a soft, sorrowful weeping. It wasn’t coming from the statue itself, but from something sitting on the shrine's steps—a small, ethereal creature with bark-like skin and leaves woven into its hair. The spirit looked like a young girl, shimmering faintly as it wept, its voice barely audible. "...It’s all gone," the spirit murmured, clutching its knees to its chest. "The magic is fading…"
The shrine felt heavy with an aura of sadness, and the ethereal thorny vines that grew nearby pulsed faintly with a strange, dark energy, as if feeding on the shrine’s weakening magic. They twisted and coiled, blocking a portion of the path ahead.
The spirit’s hollow eyes turned towards Adela as she approached, blinking in surprise at the sight of the towering clay golem girl. "Y-you…" it stammered, its voice barely above a whisper. "Please… can you help? The vines… they’re stealing what’s left of the shrine’s magic. I’m growing weaker… I—I can’t stop them."
She points at the shrine: "That shrine is my home, but it is damaged. It makes me too weak to... resist... The corruption. It's spreading on this groove..."
The interior of the forest was eerie and morbid at first, all trees were dead, the soil dried, and tombstones & skull were what decorated the place; throwing some students off the idea of going through there. Crows were everywhere, shrieking at any presence. But, as the school building got closer, the forest seemed a bit more normal, more lively; but even then, there were lots of trees and plants that couldn't be found anywhere in the human world, with rare colors. Occasionally, a stream could be seem.
The forest path narrowed as Adela continued onward, she lost sight of any other students, the trees growing closer together until their branches formed a dense canopy above her. The sunlight filtering through the leaves was dim and green, casting long shadows that seemed to shift as if alive. There was a faint rustling sound, like whispers in the breeze, and the air grew cooler the deeper she went.
Ahead, the trail split around an ancient, moss-covered stone shrine that stood off to one side. The shrine’s surface was cracked, its edges weathered with age, and a small stream trickled nearby, its water shimmering with a faint magical glow. The figure at the center of the shrine was a delicate statue of a forest spirit, carved with hollow eyes and flowing limbs, but even from a distance, Adela could see that it was damaged—its right arm was missing, and cracks ran along its body.
As she drew closer, a sound caught her attention: a soft, sorrowful weeping. It wasn’t coming from the statue itself, but from something sitting on the shrine's steps—a small, ethereal creature with bark-like skin and leaves woven into its hair. The spirit looked like a young girl, shimmering faintly as it wept, its voice barely audible. "...It’s all gone," the spirit murmured, clutching its knees to its chest. "The magic is fading…"
The shrine felt heavy with an aura of sadness, and the ethereal thorny vines that grew nearby pulsed faintly with a strange, dark energy, as if feeding on the shrine’s weakening magic. They twisted and coiled, blocking a portion of the path ahead.
The spirit’s hollow eyes turned towards Adela as she approached, blinking in surprise at the sight of the towering clay golem girl. "Y-you…" it stammered, its voice barely above a whisper. "Please… can you help? The vines… they’re stealing what’s left of the shrine’s magic. I’m growing weaker… I—I can’t stop them."
She points at the shrine: "That shrine is my home, but it is damaged. It makes me too weak to... resist... The corruption. It's spreading on this groove..."