Many miles away, Mickey and Donald were having problems of their own, they had found themselves in a terrible swampland. Now, granted some might argue that a swamp is a habitat for many strange and wonderful creatures despite one's first impression of it. But this no habitat. It stank to high heaven, there was absolutely no sign of birds or any kind of animal. An eerie silence hung about in the air. There were plants, sure but these were sparse and essentially tall grasses. The companions had stopped to rest their tired feet, Archimedes now resting on a rock and Creeper sitting a few feet from them.
"No birds, no meat," Creeper said before diving his hand into some mud, pulled up a worm and then slurped it up the way a normal individual would have slurped a strand of spaghetti.
"Y'know you could try some of this, it might taste better," suggested Mickey who broke off a piece of the lembas bread he was about to help himself to. Creeper crawled over to Mickey and took the piece offered to him. He chewed it a little before spitting it out.
"What're you trying to do? Poison me? That tastes nasty and just about causes me to choke!" screeched Creeper.
"Hate to break it to you, but that's all we got at the moment, you don't like it, you can continue worm hunting," scolded Donald.
"Just so long as he doesn't have any ideas about me!" ruffled Archimedes.
Later on, when they had resumed walking, they looked down into the swamp water and saw many faces. Still corpses, perfectly preserved in the ooze of the swamp. Some faces were fair, others were clearly goblins and others looked like they had seen a real rough life of labor.
"Not a pleasant sight," remarked Donald.
"A great battle fought here many centuries ago, but the dead still linger to tells the stories," Creeper told them.
"Don't go too close, don't follow their lights, or you'll joins them, and make your own corpses!" he then cackled. Mickey felt himself entranced, he looked upon one body that lay so peacefully, but to his eyes, it seemed the figure opened its eyes and he felt himself helplessly fall in. He blinked and saw such ghostly figures swimming towards him, he tried to scream but the water made that impossible, he felt a hand on his shoulder that pulled him out of the water.
He was spitting up water as Creeper pulled him to what would technically have passed for dry ground in that environment.
"Don't follow the lights!" he snarled right at Mickey's face before walking away. Donald and Archimedes then rushed over to make sure their friend was alright. Mickey was bewildered that Creeper actually saved him!
I apologize right now for how short this chapter is, if you've seen the movie, you can probably imagine the scene perfectly. I'm really excited for the next chapter, I promise it will be much longer!