1OO lifetimes -- 37. wicked
[warning: nsfw / dubcon]
There was something unnatural about the tree line. Something that held an eerie ambiance, like a veil between two worlds. His father had tried to build a fence, a feeble old thing, to keep Thor from straying too close.
But, there was always something, always a pull.
That was where he first saw him, hanging on the edge of a fence post, on the wrong side. He looked like a ghost, pale skin against white linens. Thor had never seen him before, and he knew all the townsfolk.
He must be visiting, Thor thought. That was why he didn’t fear the forest.
“You shouldn’t be there,” Thor called out, swinging his ax to lodge it in the tree stump. The boy stayed, unphased, watching Thor with amusement.
“Why is that?”
“Those woods are haunted,” Thor explained, hesitating after the boy only raised a brow in skepticism. “That’s what they say anyway.”