Witch's Marsh They don't believe in us, but I believe we're the enemy

@Skáld / @Ygrim / both idk, two joiners max please!

She sat staring at Moss for a very long time; talking to her, questioning her, all in the quiet of her own mind. Moss told her many things: about her father, about Arric, about the man in the swamp and the girl at Riverclan. Mae wasn't sure she understood all of it, but she listened.

Most of all, she would remember Moss's warning. I died in the dark, she croaked mournfully, but you'll die in silver. In silver. What did that mean?

Unless...

Unless what?! Mae burst out into the silence, her heart racing in her throat.

Unless silver dies first.

Stupid! That doesn't make fucking sense! You're full of shit! Mae was stumbling back from the corpse now, but Moss's voice was still in her head. No! No, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! She shrieked, not listening, and fled from the corpse.

Moss only laughed in her head.