EMBER P.O.V.
The morning air is crisp as I trudge through the dense underbrush, the rustle of leaves strange and foreign, almost mocking in the darkened stillness. The distant roar of the waterfall grows louder in my ears, a siren’s song calling me deeper into the woods, beckoning me towards the final act of my twisted play. I stand at the edge of the waterfall, the sound of rushing water drowning out the chaos in my mind.
The sound of rushing water fills my ears as I arrive at the waterfall, a rapid cascade that seemed to mirror the chaos swirling within me. The very air feels charged, a mixture of urgency and despair wraps in the mist that kissed my skin. Tonight under the full moon is the night it will happen. The deaths of my friends weighed heavily on my heart, and I can't bear to f
