Elemental Writings

I

This part was written by thedoctorscat

Ben ducked behind the closest log, pushing his back into it, willing himself to disappear, his breathing seeming ten times louder than normal.

Then he heard the tell tale sign of the Nickle. The sound of cracking branches. Rustling leaves. The wind whispering.

Come, it called to him, whipping around his face. It would be easier than to run forever.

The wind was right. Why run forever? It would be easier to just hand himself over to Elemental.

Ben shook his head. No. He would not let them control him. He would not let them get into his head.

He placed his hand on the dead wood on the trunk behind him. It started to splinter, cracking the once delicate and intricate pattern.

Creeping backwards, he pushed on the branch. Immediately collapsing under the pressure of his hand, he crept back even further, letting the rotting wood encase him, before sweeping up the splinters and broken twigs in with him.

Placing both hands in front of him onto the side of his hiding place, he closed his eyes. Power pumped through his veins right to his finger tips, and in less than a minute he was alone in the dark, now completely surrounded by moss, vines and bark, sitting silently.

Waiting.