Ward in the Barrow Downs

There were stories told to her when she was a young child, about the night of the old year transcending into the new. Tales of evil in many forms growing in power, threatening the land and its people. 
Every year, on that particular night, she'd travel with her mother to ward the areas, much like her grandma did before her and her great-grandmother before that.

With a fear of the wrights in the Barrows, she carved a mark into the cold roads that lead in and out of the Barrows to prevent the dead from walking the land during the shift of the new year night. Each line filled with salt and a whisper of words chanted to stop any evil from crossing.