Salems Vengeance
“He gives our mount no rest until we reach the field of dandelions. All their whimsical florets are gone now. Killed by a frost.
A pillar of smoke rises deep within the woods. Already the dark melody plays from somewhere deep inside.
Tonight the tune is different; the once gleeful pipes replaced by ominous drumming.
Father slides off Callie. He pulls me down and gives me the reins so he might load his rifle.
Callie quivers with cold sweat. I wish I had an apple to give her. I tie her off inside the woods so her silhouette will not stand out against the field. I turn back to find Father waiting on me.
“Lead on,” he says.
I do so slowly, listening for any sign we are not alone. I hear not even the rustling of underbrush behind me from Father. With him silent, the darkness sports with my mind. It makes me recall when I once shared these woods with my friends. The happy memories I have are changed, however, replaced by those with friends tearing at their faces in scratching fits of agony.
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