The Long Tale No. 12 - The Spreading Disease

The illness spread throughout the forest like wildfire, contaminating all in its wake. Trees, plants and animals alike fell to its grasping touch, each a finger for its poisonous reach. The very air was merely a breath of destruction, the sickness carried on the breeze. The man ran through, dodging between the trees, hand over mouth as he tried to escape the oncoming death. He didn't know where this disease had come from, nor when or how, but only that it is would stop at nothing to destroy the forest. But, it would seem, that the forest had other plans...