The Dark Mage

Unearthly darkness swirled at the bases of the trees. Bending to her indrawn breath, shadows crept up the surrounding trees, black tendrils grazing rough bark. They whispered an unknown language, calling her towards the Void, the realm of the dead. Misty shadow-wisps touched her bare feet like fingers of ice, encouraging her retreat into her woolen cloak. The grip of death gentled, a caress across her cheekbones from blackened corpse-fingers of darkness. The shadows brushed her cheeks and d...