The Heartwood kneel

@Jaganatha

he returned to the first place he could remember.

he had lost his first true piece of his spirit somewhere here. he wondered if his hunter still haunted these woods, if he had been a ghost all along. nay, an angel or spirit sent to guide him.

or a pale devil in disguise?

a harbinger of all the bad to come wearing the pale coat of God Himself?

he bit his tongue, near hard enough to draw blood in his own mouth. his lean form might have hungered for it had he tasted it.

instead, he picked his way through the woods. a ghost on the road to nowhere.

a ghost looking to return to the road of heaven.