No longer was he a creature of destruction. Now he lay in the burnt grass, just a shell of the man he was in life. As a final gift to him I called to the forest with my powers. The ground opened up around him, gently cradling the man in the soil. He looked so peaceful lying in the soft dirt. The ground closed around him, hiding him from the prying eyes of the fairies in the Glade. The grass grew over the soil that covered his body, a bright green patch amidst the charred forest. The fey if the glade watched as a bright red bloom took root in the very spot he was before.
In the place of this tortured man, a beautiful spotted poppy grew as a reminder of his existence.
This is just a little piece of the new story I’m working on! As of right not I am going through the writing process and I could really use an editor or just someone to read things through and tell me they at least make sense. If you’re interested please message me!