MELITA
It was Fangorn who led her – down down down into the fields, a growl, a hiss, a feral interlude on his breath, such a paramount excitement to his movement and motion that Melita had to follow, stunned, bewildered, confused. Her weapons beat against her back, bow and arrows, her staff in her hands, her heart in her throat, some water banging long her hip as she raced after her vampire gourd. And before them, was the largest pumpkin she’d ever seen. Positively ghoulish; an awe-inspiring thing.
So while Fangorn hollered at it – a full on howl into the night, she stared, looking for others amidst its fiendish glow, if they were supposed to stop it, if they were supposed to be doing something other than staring.
How they were supposed to stop it?
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Melita arrives with her bow and arrow, staff, water, and a very excited Fangorn!
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
