Chapter 3
Follow The Water
The birds chirped and the sun shone down as I threw up the contents of my stomach, the undigested pieces of mushrooms purging from my body. I rinsed my mouth with the cold creek water.
I crawled out of the creek and removed my nightgown. I scrubbed the fabric together under the water to get some of the dirt and blood out. The water turned red around me and my mind drifted. Fantasies of being in another place. Bright red tomatoes grew plump on vibrant green vines, reaching their way up to the blue sky. I imagined myself biting into one, still warm from the sun, the juices dripping down my chin and hands. Flooding over my wrists like too much blood escaping my veins.
I rinsed the rest of the blood and dirt from my body and hair with the frigid creek water and tried to connect to Kieran as I turned my nightgown inside out and put it on again.
Our connection was weak.
I scanned through what little of his brain I could and tried to find out where he had been taken.
"Follow the water." Slipped through our connection.
I walked along the creek as the sun moved across the sky. The large Raven called out loudly, cackling as I approached it. It dropped something from its claws and it rolled toward me.
A small apple stopped at my dirty shoe. I picked it up and examined the outside. The skin was unbroken and unblemished. The fruit looked delicious and my stomach growled in response. I took a small bite and gave the piece to the Raven.
The bird gobbled it up quickly and eyed the apple, like it was waiting for more.
I took a bigger bite and kept that one for myself. The next bite went to the bird and back and forth I went until there was nothing left. "That was delicious. Thank you." I said to the bird. "You wouldn't happen to know where I could find a hag stone, would you?" I asked without expecting an answer and continued following the creek.
I was careful to search the ground as I made my way, in hopes of finding one but it made my trek slower, not that I knew where my destination was, anyway. Having a task made me forget, even for a few moments, of the trouble facing me in the real world. Two men dead by my hand, my children ripped from my arms.
The bird hopped next to me or flew from branch to branch ahead.
The sun was only a few minutes away from setting before I stopped. I turned to see where I had come from, all of the forest looked very similar. I had no other direction to go so I kept the creek on my right and followed it, even as the dark crept up on me.
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The creek grew smaller and smaller before it stopped completely. I spun around.