And soon I would be part of it.
It could have been seconds, it could have been hours. I had no idea of time, but eventually I crawled on my knees to the base of the oak and squirmed my way into the tangle of broken wood. It was hard, the branches were heavy and initially I felt too weak to move them, but Lastwailing Wood fed my arms and my back and slowly but surely I got into the middle of the pile.
The weight of the wood was crushing and no light found its way through the hoard.
Neville Hunt 11 months ago
You'd better strike a light then mate!