Hallowed Forest

"A cold gust rustled through the tree canopy. Luccía’s hair stood on end. She could feel the looming presence of Pratm approaching. Luccía would never forget her first contact with this non-human entity. Pratm was some type of demon, always blood thirsty and brutal. From the depth of the forest, his ice grey sunken eyes probed like darting arrows. The smell of blood quickened his approach like a starving wolf to fresh kill. His emaciated physique circled the grandmother tree twice like a fog of stench. Materialized in his repulsive glory, his long ratty thin blonde hair swung into the tree alcove and  swept across Luccía’s face and breast. Decayed broken teeth glistened from his haggard face and he inhaled the pungent sweet smell of birth. Pratm dragged his long jagged filthy nails across the swaddled infant. His grey pauper clothes smelled of decay and hung loosely from his bony physique. He whispered, “She will be mine.”, then faded into the clouded sky leaving behind his faint smell of decomp." 

Excerpt from forthcoming book Walking In The Secret Gardens by Anais Jumeaux

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