Gods, it was a labyrinth. Every turn found Aelin facing yet another tree shrouded in cobwebs like a woman in a wedding veil. She had been wondering aimlessly for about a day, and her supplies were quickly dwindling. She reminded herself every time she ate that she needed enough food to get home again, but she was absolutely starving. She huffed and plopped down onto a mossy rock, wishing for some company and missing Rowan's pine and snow scent. She had shifted into her fae form more than eight times to try and get her bearings but the forest was silent and there was a lingering smell of burning wood that her fae nose did NOT like. So, she resorted to travelling as a human, even though it made her walking twice as slow. She was close now she could feel it, and the spiders scuttling all over the ground were a very good sign. She knew everyone said follow the spiders and you will find their lair but it was near impossible, as they would climb up trees or she would lose sight of them before she could get a proper scent to track.
She was most worried about meeting a witch. She had heard many stories of how their iron teeth could rip out your throat or their iron nails gut you in one swipe. They lived around this area, especially in the Ferrin Gap, that scouts and spies did not return from. Aelin shivered, suddenly cold, and then she heard it.
The sound of eight giant legs scuttling up behind her.
hey guys! what do you think so far? sorry to leave it on a cliff hanger, but i guess you'll just have to keep reading to find out what happens ;)