Here Lies Love ✯ isaac night

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Demitra racked her brains, trying to remember the tale of the skull tree and where she could locate the tree.

She weaved through another forest, down at the bottom of a hill, through another patch of trees until she found it.

The skull tree.

It lived up to its name - it was a jagged feature that exploded with the feeling of paranoia. Its roots reached out far from the trunk, feeling the crevices of the woods with its spindly fingers. 

The skull itself on the tree was cold, like it was staring right at her. 

Demitra's pace slowed as she neared the tree. She clambered up the roots and pressed her ear gently against the eye cavity of the skull. 

Tick tock.

Her heart raised in hope - the ticking hadn't in fact been Isaac but her memories.

Her memories. She could finally get them back.

The feeling was surreal, like nothing she had ever felt before.

She reached a shaky hand into the socket and that's when she felt it - a small hard object under a pile of moss.

Pulling it out she noticed what it was - a small close off vial filled with a clear glistening liquid. 

She had absolutely no clue what to do with it.

As she inspected it closer, the vial slipped out of her fingers and shattered onto the ground. The glass flew in shards across the ground and liquid evaporated into a thick white smoke that floated up to Demitra.

The girl breathed the fumes in. It filled her senses.

All she could see was the thick smoke.

All she could hear was the smog wafting into her face.

All she could smell and taste was a sharp metallic scent and taste.

And all she could feel was the sharp pain that was filling her senses before she blacked out.

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