What the Briar Remembers
fantasy◐ MatureMirren caught the cold wrist and hauled. A man came up out of the dirt, gasping, his eyes blind and white. "The bell," he rasped. "Someone rang the bell. The army is waking up." He clutched her sleeve. "You have to stop it before nightfall, or they all rise."
"What bell?" Mirren demanded. The blind man pointed east with a shaking arm, toward the ruined watchtower she'd been warned never to climb. "They hung it for the last war," he said. "To call the soldiers home from death. Someone is ringing it again." She sat him against the hawthorn and started east.
What happens next?
2 ways forwardThe watchtower stairs were slick with the same dark sap. At the top, a girl in a soldier's coat was hauling on the bell rope, crying, ringing it over and over. "My brother's down there," she sobbed. "I'm calling him back." Each toll shook another grave loose in the forest below.