Re: [vade mecum: dylan/patrick/mary]
"Fire is her choice of magic." Mary nodded. The trees were clearly burnt, some almost crumbling to the touch. But, the presence of magic was strong. The forest tingled like your cheek after getting slapped. She smiled when both of them didn't back down from the challenge even if she wasn't surprised. Both of them would hate her if she said it, but Mary knew they were brave.
"They're essentially zombies." She started out through the forest, remembering every trail, path and shortcut. Even with the forest so changed. "The Queen was running out of minions. She killed too many of her subjects, thinning out her own numbers. So, she brought them back to life. Completely mindless- very deadly."
She turned to look at them, completely unaware that a rotting, grey hand was reaching out for one of her braids behind her.