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. Mother Village -Ch. 1- -Ch. 2 v1.0- By SHADOW...
The old woman smiled. It didn’t reach her eyes. “Oh, we know. The Mother doesn’t forget her daughters.” By SHADOW
The Hawthorne house stood at the edge of the village, half-swallowed by ivy. Its windows were dark, its porch sagging, but the garden—the garden was impossibly lush. Roses the color of dried blood climbed the walls. In the backyard, a massive oak stretched its arms over a well. revealing a necklace of woven hair—gray
“Welcome home, little bird,” the old woman said. “The Mother’s been hungry.”