Chapter 40: Whilst This Is The End

The horse galloped across the shady forest. The trees in the forest were malady-brown. Grains of poison begrimed the bark and gleamed like witch dust. Trolls haunted the sooty coppices, salivating over their prey and smearing the blood over their heavy faces. The decaying air and stifling atmosphere provided the perfect abode for those who worshipped the darkness rather than the light. In the dense shadows, spiders clutched their snare strings. Their webs shimmered like meshed steel dipped in silver. Eyes a-flame with hunger, they were hoping to dine on bloated bodies and slurp on hot blood. Lucy and the little girl shivered from the sight of it. The tracks were obvious that the villager did pass through this path. Lucy was relieved. Instead of heading to the beach for escape, they headed to the opposite way. They've never passed through this direction, it was forbidden by their former chief, but there was no other way. What lies through this route is better safer than the other way