Vengance (1)

In the heart of the night, the woods transform into a realm of inky shadows and hushed whispers. Sunlight surrenders to an inky tapestry woven from the branches of ancient trees, their silhouettes clawing at the star-dusted sky.

The air hangs heavy with the heady fragrance of damp earth and decaying leaves, a primal perfume hinting at the unseen life that stirs beneath the fallen foliage. Crickets chirp their high-pitched serenades, while owls hoot a haunting counterpoint from the shadowed depths.

But amidst the hush, there is beauty too. Fireflies, like tiny, errant stars, weave their constellations against the velvet canvas of the night. Ghostly mushrooms, luminous in the gloom, push through the damp earth, spectral lanterns lighting the way for unseen wanderers.

Deep within these woods, five figures sat around a fire, three of which were badly injured. The leader, a short crooked man by the name bill, who had just lost an arm in a battle wore a frown on his gashed face.

"That bitch