Jeune mec attaché à un arbre à ta merci
Matthew looked out the window, staring off into the woods just off of campus. The trees moved slowly in the wind, swaying back and forth, stretching out like they could reach out and caress the clouds. They seemed to almost be waving at him, trying to signal him and call him.
He thought this was silly, but then again, he would have thought satyrs and shapeshifters were silly just a few weeks prior. He realized there was so much more of the world he had yet to discover. Not just because he was a freshman, but now as a Promethean. He didn’t know what he didn’t know, and Professor Housman’s woods warning intrigued him. Who knows? Maybe the trees were alive. Maybe they could get up out of the ground and walk when no one was looking. Maybe a lot of things.