I just knew that this was a ridiculous idea. Why did I listen to her of all people? Maybe Marianne is right – I’m way too gullible. But I suppose that it doesn’t matter anymore, my main issue is getting out of this mess.
I looked around myself and saw nothing that could help get me home – just the same moss everywhere. Hordes of green trees surrounded me and each of them seemed to loom in over me the further that I got down this pathway.
As I completed that thought, I realised that this wasn’t really a pathway. It was just… a bunch of bushes that seemed to show some sense of direction.
I knelt down to get a closer look at the bushes in order to see if I could find anything that could help me. I swiped the greenery to one side and held it tightly.
Peering closer, I noticed that there was a small thread of black wool. Why would there be black wool in a forest? I decided that I had already done many stupid things in my life, what’s one more?
Picking up the black thread I began to follow the trail that it had created. As I walked, I could feel more of the dirty mud water seep up into my boots and the uncomfortable sensation in my feet continued to grow. Trying to keep my boots out of the mud, I lifted my knees much higher (just like a P.E. lesson all over again) but alas, the mud clearly liked my boots and continued to stick to them like leeches.
Ignoring the wetness in my feet, I continued to roll up the wool and adding it to the little ball that I was making – if my mother saw me right now, she would be so proud. Turning the newly materialised corner, I was just about to let out a sigh of frustration at my trail deciding to end itself when I heard the sloshing of water nearby – and by the sounds of it, something enormous is there.
Quickly scanning my surroundings – which were still just a bunch of moss and trees – I took refuge behind the tree that seemed to loom over me the most.
Poking my head around the corner of the tree, I saw something so atrocious that I suddenly thought the person in the mirror was actually a Godsend. What stood before me was a monster carved and made out of wood yet its frame resembled that of a skeleton.
It stood there with its back hunched forwards holding what appeared to be a dead… wolf?
But that wasn’t the weirdest part, it had a metal head that resembled Captain Cutler’s from Scooby Doo. What kind of things parented this?
My head had been left around the corner for too long – the thing jerked its head in my direction and roared.
By the Goddesses, I have never felt so much adrenaline pump through my veins as survival kicked in.