spring breaks loose

There's someone inside me
That softly kills everyone around

Liam rarely left the Greatwood these days, and after another fruitless venture beyond the forest, he was relieved to find himself back home. He wasn't exactly sure when it had become such a place of comfort, when the grey stone of Stormbreak had become a thing of the past - something to wax nostalgic about, but not something to dream of returning to. He wasn't sure what the change was, exactly, only that it existed, and that despite all the odds, the Greatwood had become his home. It was strange to see it so active once more, as though no one had ever left, and though Liam knew that the visitors would all return home once they'd found what they searched for - what he searched for - he hoped that, perhaps, these desperate times would put the Greatwood back on the map.

Today, Liam had decided to pursue a different route for hunting Vi's Roses in the Undercroft. Deep beneath the roots of an ancient oak, the underground library was a treasure trove of information, though much of it had been lost to nature over time. But it was warm and dry and comfortable, and as Liam delved deeper into the roots, he found himself thinking that Maea might like it here.

Every once in a while, Liam would pull a tome from a shelf or jot notes about some knowledge written in bark or algae. Once he'd collected a fair amount, he made his way to a small table containing a lantern and some sheets of paper. Perhaps some ancient knowledge would reveal where they could search next. Sitting down, he opened the first of his stack and began to skim the pages within.

They don't know they're dead to me cause
Intent never makes a sound

Liam