The whispers continued as Brenno walked to the strange leaf that
glowed green. The minute his fingers brushed the leaf, he felt a
sharp pain like a thorn as the whispers grew louder and louder,
almost becoming screaming. It stopped as the shard pulled away from
the leaf and attached to his skin. He dropped to the ground, his
hand still stinging, and closed his eyes. As the pain stopped, he
opened his eyes and moved to get up. The screaming was like a
hammer to his head. "Shut. up. I'm trying to think." He formed a
fist again, and dirt flew up to coat it as if he was drawing it
like a magnet. "What the?" He shook his hand, unclenching his fist.
Only then did the dirt come off.