“I dunno Fang. Wha’ am I gonna do –“ I cut myself short as my gaze landed on a piece of white fabric, fluttering in the breeze on the other side of one of the tree’s large roots.

Curious, I stepped around the obstructive object. My breath caught and my eyes widened as I took in a sight I’d never thought I’d see here.

The spell broke as another agonised cry ripped through the air. It was like a shattering of glass - sharp, piercing and broken.

'Why? 

The question pained its way through me, weaving like a virus through my veins. Everywhere it touched I felt myself die just that little bit further. 

Who would do that to a child?'