Warm wind turned cold. Cold wind ceased blowing. All that was left was a whisper in place of the wind.

"Find me. Help me. Please I don't want to scream."

In a forest suffering slow decay, amidst a maze of hedges, Yooa presented the only chance for the valley's restoration.

She just happened to also present the only threat against the resurgence of a long imprisoned darkness.

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Was it possible, mused the woman stepping carefully through the mulch, to resuscitate what is gone?

A flash of white darting through the trees made her freeze.

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AN: Hello - long time, no write.  Writers block has been a pain to deal with, but I am hoping inspiration sticks around for this idea.

This fic is written as a submission to The Girl Power Writing Contest

All for fun, and to feed the starving ohmygirl tag with content.

AN 6/2: Came up with a slight modification to my original idea.  Should make it far easier for me to begin writing now.