The Drowning Duck

Imperium

Act One: The Unforgotten Woods The trees whistled with the rhythm of my footsteps. To me, the woods had always been welcoming. But as I dashed across the damp and unkempt soil, I could not help but feel the discrepancy in my lungs. With every breath, it burned like hot ambers. Regardless, I sped up; I could feel my feet flying past the velvet earth beneath as the trees became nothing but a blur.