In Service of the Alpha
At first, I think that Oberon and his fae should be able to revive the dead forest, but upon closer inspection I realise that it won’t be possible.
The trees weren’t just killed. They were utterly destroyed. I run my fingers over the bark of an ancient tree, and it explodes into dust, covering me in white powder. My eyes burn, my nose starts to run, and I violently start to hack and cough as I try to get the tree particles out of my lungs.
“What the fuck?” I ask as I wipe tears from my eyes.
No one answers me. I know Felicity is here, watching me, but I don't really need an explanation. The gods were hard at work tonight. That much, at least, is clear.
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