Fallen Forest E-Book

Wendigo Studios

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

After the events of 'Hill', the black fox aimlessly wander it's former home: the forest hills, in search of the unknown path and a possible way for him to reverse the damage on both the forest and his friend. Once he finds it, he finds something unexpected.

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Wendigo Studios

Fallen Forest

BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

Warning

The following story you are about to read is a sequel to 'Hill' from my 'Three Broken Tales Of The (In)Sane' book and contains blood, gore, guts and other mature content not meant for all ages or those who can't handle gore. Don't read this story if you get easily sick or scared. If you can handle gore and blood, please read at your own risk. Also there might be spoilers for 'Hill', if you don't want to spoil 'Hill', go read 'Three Broken Tales Of The (In)Sane' first. You have been warned.

Fallen Forest And A Golden Ring

Once upon a time, the forest hills were once a place of beauty and life from the green grasses, large trees, beautiful flowers and lively animals that wandered the grounds, bugs that flew from flower to flower and birds that swoop from the trees to soar the sky or travel among the lands to visit their friends or family. That was all in the past, the hills and all who lived there were gone, dead and rotten forever.

The plant life had dried out, becoming a sickly yellow or brown color, their leaves lying on the dead grass, reduced to ash, their branches dried out and falling apart. The flowers were little more than dead buds resting on dead stems, their petals had completely vanished or if they were found at a they were already ash.

The trees had lost all their leaves and the shade they once provided for the animals that hid in their branches, the leaves themselves were much like the flower petals, gone or ash. The trunks and branches had rotted over, some of the branches had slowly drooped over, ready to collapse to the ground. Some of the trees had crashed to the ground, melting into the ground like acid in a sick sort of science experiment the bugs of the forest would’ve loved to take over if they were still alive.

For the animals, the former inhabitants of the forest hills, they were like the forest, dead and rotten but in a much worse state then the woods if such a thing was possible. Their bodies were nothing more than rotten flesh attached to yellow bones with decaying organs hanging out or parts of the body missing as if something strong had torn them apart or to pieces. Around the dead animals, several bloody paw prints littered the dead grass, up the dead trees and finally toward the source for the carnage.