Phantom Hollow because everyday I was alive I wore nothing but black

[table width=85%][tr][td]There is a high-pitched keening, a screech so shrill it makes her ears throb. 

With a jolt, Liri realises that the noise is a scream and moreover, it's her own. 

The sylph is unsure when it ends but when it does, all that's left is the moist ripping of her flesh, the crunch of her bones. 

The pain burns on, never ending, causing the weak healer to sway as the word tilts alarmingly. The dark tops of the trees are  indistinguishable from the earth as the last of the light fades beyond the horizon, an omen.

The last thing Liri thinks before she's lost to the dark abyss is a longing, a longing to be among those treetops as free as a bird.[/table][/tr][/td]

I think this is the last from me! Feel free to pp Kelina dragging her away to where ever it is that she lurks, thanks for the thread. :)