Glade DevontiA song begins as if brought through the wind. It's so perfect you might never hear it again.
"I'm taking her home,
She's sick as a dog.
Her arms may fall off
And inside the box, I'm dreaming of loss.
I've nothing of him, I wait for his soul.
The hills are below, the filter does know.
And when this hole dries
We'll shut both our eyes."
Enchanted by the song you look toward the sheep. She perks up after noticing your attention. Starting on her way, she hops down the mountain side. Hoping through trees. The music getting more distant the more she moves. Following you are taken through trees and bushes as you rush after her down the mountain.
"For in my heart I am trying to lie,
Lie still as I wake you up.
Her grandmother sleeps in the bedroom now
And when it's all done, I am giving.
I am giving, I am giving up."
The song so beautiful though so divine you felt a darkness falling on you. Mesmerized still unable to stop you kept following the sheep. Until you reached the bottom. Into a forest you went until you reached a small cottage. A beautiful garden a head the sheep rushes past you and jumps to the flower beds. Comforted by her home, the sheep not so lost, brought you to this place. Fear flushed over you and you began to understand. You were brought here for some reason. A reason you'll soon come to know. You attempt to leave but your feet just won't go.
"Cause I never loved you,
And you never loved me.
That's just how you struck me,
And I'm not going to wait.
For the sun to pick me up at night."
The sheep hops around you as if happy you'd come. The longer you stay the more uneasy you become. Something was very wrong but the music was calming, that you aren't quite as alarmed as you should be. In the Cottage you hear a wicked laugh and the door opens. Out walks a witch and your life, for a judgement she will pass.
