To enter The Forest was forbidden to mortals, but he was too hungry to care. He’d plucked but a single apple when he was seized by the Old Magic. Wrist-thick vines pinioned him and a presence invaded his mind.
"You presume to take what is not yours? We could list the many means by which your kind assault our domain but, to be honest, you bore us. Please try to die quietly and quickly."
He did die quickly but hardly quietly. Thorns and branches flayed him bloody before the vines took mercy, of sorts, and tore him limb from limb.
This story was written for BlogFlash2012 Day 13: Forest