A ghastly orange grin tears through the verdant woodland. Unfettered flames, devouring hungrily, licking and lapping at the coppice, twisting and swaying in a dance without rhythm. Blackened bodies, charred bones, unsettled souls, snatched before their time.
Months had passed, but the earth had not forgotten. Fire tainted the earth with grey, stripping the trees of the virescent beauty, leaving their gaunt, skeletal remains rooted to the barren soil. They seemed to reach out to the sky like pallid, gnarled hands, as if desperate to latch on to the realm, whole again. Time had only festered the wound on the forest, and the ground was barren and dead.