Crooked Man

T H I R T Y S E V E N

Remember: NEVER answer the voices!

And I did. I answered them. I answered "Rick".

"I don't mean to be the bearer of bad news but...this forest reeks of dark magic. Very dark. That's why you're in danger." Rick's voice sounds a bit higher than the usual. But...he's dead...so...yeah.

"I mean, you're dead. So you're a part of the dark magic?" I ask looking at the top of a very low tree.

"No...I mean yes. Kind'a. But...listen to me..."

"No, Rick! You listen to me! I've had enough of this crap! I want to go home!"

"You don't have a home! You are all alone until you actually find your dad!"he takes a deep breath. "Now, listen. Very carefully."

I raise an eyebrow. "Why should I? Isn't it the rules of the forest to not answer to the...as they say it...voices?"

"You, are never getting out of this...this forest if you don't do as I say!"

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because I'm your friend. Probably the only one you have. Even though I'm dead. And I care about you. And it's up to you if you want to die here. But remember: DEATH, TOO MUST BE EARNED..."