Pecan's pov
The first drop splattered against my arm like icy paint, leaving a streak of red that made my stomach twist. It wasn't normal rain,it never was. This bloody rain was as much a curse as it was a mystery, staining everything it touched, an unrelenting reminder of something unnatural lurking in the heart of our territory.
Another drop hit my face, cold and biting, and I glanced up at the sky, now blanketed by swirling gray clouds. The crimson drops fell faster, streaking the trees and the dirt path around me. The once earthy, comforting scent of rain was replaced with a metallic tang, sharp and unnatural.
A shiver rippled through me, but not just from the cold. There was something deeply unsettling about the rain, like it carried whispers of a past we couldn't escape. The forest felt alive, almost like it was weeping, every drop of red a tear shed for secrets buried deep in its roots.
