Chapitre 77: The Dead Village

There was an ample breeze around the forest. When One entered, he found the trees rather interesting, sick to say the least. He followed along the dirt path which was laid before him and hovered above it and followed it into the forest to reach the nearest village.

To find what he was missing, his identity and his humanity, he set forth in this journey of his. He wanted to adventure, not because it was fun, nay, he did not need fun in his life, rather, he needed to regain what was lost of him personally.

There were no birds singing or nesting over the trees, there were no creatures of large either, only small insects of odd colors populated the foliage and the ground beneath. The soil was damp and cold, it was weird and surely was not natural for a forest this large. Or so he thought.