Deep, deep within the forest, a horrible change had taken place. What was once a lush, glorious and beautiful heart of nature, lay wilted and empty, and colourless. Some rotten force pulsed, creeping from a singular point, stripping the land of life. Trees would wilt, animals would experience fatigue, and tiredness, and then death. The animals swiftly learnt how to avoid this, as the blight would steal the colour of all things within it, turning them grey and white and black.
At the border of this blight, sat a small, young child. Surrounding her was grey, dying grass, and the coat that bundled up behind her was slowly losing its brown colour, turning paler by the moment. She was focused on something, that much was evident, but it was something that could not be discerned. The blight, however, seemed to falter around her, shimmering, twisting. Flashes of colour appeared, but they were quickly snuffed out.
Cara remained focused on her task, single minded in her focus. She knew this was a bad idea, that it would hurt her, but she couldn't let the Colourless Blight continue to steal the colour and life of the land.