Firefly Glen ten thousand lightning bugs

This is dated before joining thread at Moonspear

”No, no, no; it's not okay, idijit.” Mees spoke out loud in a loud but shaky voice, underneath his insecurity was undoubtely trapped. He often talked when he was all alone by himself. Somehow it made him feel more comfortable instead of the deadly silence that surrounded the eerie, misty atmosphere. Yes, all the key ingredients were there; he wandered around all by himself and now he was lost. Nighttime had fallen a few hours ago, eating up the remaints of whatever little sunshine fell through the thick canopy. Like a spider spinning a treacherous web, he was stuck like a little fly and danger was there – all around him.

There were only little light bulbs – 'fireflies' – that lit up the night sky like little twinkling stars. Mees had no idea what they were as he wandered around aimlessly, trying to find an exit to Firefly Glen while watching his every step suspiciously. Even these little bugs were not to be trusted; the territory gave him a restless and uneasy feeling and it wore him down. The moment greenery from a whisking willow-like tree touched his fase, like boney fingers gliding across a smooth surface, did Mees squeek. His heart exploded, adrenaline rushed through his veins and he began to sprint. Sprint to somewhere – anywhere.