As she walks further, the air around her rippled in heat waves; she could see deeper into the forest. And she saw that a group of trees were alight. The fire spread through the dry grass as it wanted purely to engulf.
A group of red-robed men carrying long sickles and wearing masks walked along with the fire. They saw Ramona and held their position.
dead devotionOne of them, taller than the others, steps forward slowly. He speaks, slowly, measured.
Worry not. We have no reason to harm you, as of now. We just aim to send a message. Perhaps you could be the envoy.
His tone indicated that it wasn't a choice.
edited 22nd Mar '17 8:13:53 AM by Boxen
dead devotionThe others tense up, hold their sickles at the ready.
That would be unwise.
The larger one pointed the end of the shotel at Ramona.
When I speak, listen. You are to relay the following message: that the protector of the Princess Zelda must appear by the lake in the center of this forest at midnight. And that those that live here are to beware the Eye of the Yiga.
edited 22nd Mar '17 8:30:35 AM by Boxen
dead devotionThe Eye has watched the land since time immemorial. If it sees that you haven't fulfilled your purpose — then we will return, and this —
He jerks his head towards the expanding fire.
This will be merely a footnote.
He disappears, and with him, the others.
edited 22nd Mar '17 8:31:21 AM by Boxen
dead devotion(that)
(is an army)
(an army of gnarly-looking skelebros
◊, at that)
(hovering in front of where this army of thousands is facing is a blonde woman in fancy-looking clothing, looking back at her army with folded arms and a smirk)
Heheheh. It took me at least two weeks to grow this army, but my skill hasn't diminished one bit, it seems...
edited 22nd Mar '17 11:00:35 AM by foxmccloud4387

Smoke appears over the treeline, heading into the air that Ramona sees.
edited 22nd Mar '17 6:27:12 AM by Boxen
dead devotion