Beware the Blackwood
A young man on horseback approached the outer edges of Blackwood Forest in the early hours of dawn. His limbs appeared disproportionately long, hanging too far over the sides of his dark horse like the branches of a weeping willow.
The mare picked its way through ashy remains and wove around burnt stumps. They neared the line of trees marking the edge of Blackwood, and the young man’s body became alert. He dismounted the horse, which immediately sprinted away, back the way they’d come.
The mare picked its way through ashy remains and wove around burnt stumps. They neared the line of trees marking the edge of Blackwood, and the young man’s body became alert. He dismounted the horse, which immediately sprinted away, back the way they’d come.
