A new villain walks onto set. Will our heroes win out in the end?
A quick note here, i wanted to create creatures that were inspired by various movie monsters and themes I've found throughout the internet. A little familiar horror mixed with new creepiness as it were. I hope I succeeded in doing so. There are actually insects and parasites that plant their eggs inside living hosts, so this isn't as far fetched as you might think.
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Chapter 10 Part IISerena looked ragged when they met on the last evening in the cave. Everyone was satisfied that Cassandra had managed to escape them, Jake’s latest overflight of the forest had rooted out a dozen spiders of good size which he had promptly killed, but nothing else. Now they would have to decide what to do.
Sam was sitting with them, given a warm blanket by Shyla and held close by Nacomi. They had arrived on the second day and pitched in with a will. Shyla’s book (now that the evil spirit within was gone) proved invaluable in giving spells to rid a person of any type of parasite and healing. She’d worked tirelessly beside Serena and Stacey as they struggled to remove the spiders and heal the wounded.
The fruit of their labors slumbered all around them, dreaming peacefully until another human shook them awake. There were so many, however, that they couldn’t simply take them to a local place and have them be found. Somehow, they’d have to bring the searchers t
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Chapter 9 WitchSerena came awake suddenly. Her head lifted into the air and she sniffed delicately at the wind. Something had disturbed her rest, a feeling that something was terribly wrong assaulted her. By know she had learned to listen to her feelings, as they proved accurate.
As she cast about for the source of her anxiety, she discovered an absence of a familiar presence.
Where was Stacey? She wondered.
The two had come down with her last night to talk and to sleep in her glade. After the weeks had led them to believe that they would not return home, they had constructed a snug home in a grove of trees nearby, lit within by fairy lights and providing a cheerful warmth to her glade. Often she stood just outside the window, talking with Stacey or just lying there and listening to the couple as they danced or sang inside. Stacey's melancholy about not being able to speak to her family still haunted her, but it was much less with the passage of time, or more deeply buried perhaps.
Today, all she cou