She stumbled back. Her heel caught a root, and she fell hard on the damp soil. For a moment, she lay there, stunned. Then she felt it: the ground was warm. And it was pulsing , slow and steady, like a heartbeat.
“Welcome home, little bird,” the old woman said. “The Mother’s been hungry.” Mother Village -Ch. 1- -Ch. 2 v1.0- By SHADOW...
The old woman from before stepped forward. Her shawl had slipped, revealing a necklace of woven hair—gray, brown, black, and a few strands of bright red. Elara’s color. She stumbled back