A Strange Day in Autumn
The woods trembled in the chilly breeze. The pathway was packed hard by many years use, despite the forsaken feeling of these woods. Leaves crinkled underfoot. A wolfs howl resounded in the distance, very out of place this early in the evening. Clouds tinged with orange and red filled the sky. I shivered inwardly at my seclusion. Perhaps there was a reason this path was unused for so long.
Silence fell as the ground beneath my feet changed abruptly from dirt to ash. A vast meadow stood before me, devoid of all life, only a dark void that consumed the light. Death had taken hold of this field. There were legends that said a great army had been slaughtered here, but stories were often exaggerated through the generations, or so I had thought. Maybe there was some truth to them.