The Cry of the Dryad

Keng and Philip stood in the middle of the black and purple thorn field. Keng looked at Philip while he pointed off in the distance. Philip looked between Keng and at the thorns. He couldn't really tell the difference, even with his Energy Sight.

"I don't see it." Philip told him. The discordant noises sounded like a horror movie mixed with the sobs for Keng. It sounded like she was just faking her cries, enticing the two to come over and check on her. The creepy image appeared in his head and Keng quickly shook it away. He didn't want to see a hunched over girl in a ragged white dress and long black hair waiting for him.

"I hear it over there. It's playing a creepy version of that song Lily's playing." Keng told Philip. "Come on, let's go." Keng was the first to move towards the thorn field in front of them. The thorns slowly turned, pointing at him as he studied them.