There's something most heard about Moongrave… It wasn’t feared because of what lived there.
It was feared because of what died there.
Not a beast. Not a tyrant. A god.
As crazy as that might have sounded, even the old texts said the same, they just didn't say which one. Some said he fell from the heavens in the middle of battle, trying to stop a war no one remembered. Others claimed the land itself rose against him, swallowing his divine blood with frenzy.
Either way, that land looked like one deserving of such a myth.
No attempts to cull the beasts of the forest seemed to work. No force was large or strong enough to fulfill the task. So everyone eventually gave up.
I stood at the carriage door, heart hammering. The world beyond was alive — unnaturally so. Every leaf seemed to pulse
