Wandering
The aether wisps had suddenly disappeared. Astor suddenly found himself alone in the dark of the forest. He could hear a weak water stream around, but he could see nothing but leaves, roots and enormous trees around him. That meant that the chain monster had not followed him, else he would be hearing its chains' cling-clang at least.
Astor started to look for the water stream, as water would end up guiding him somewhere better than the middle of a forest. A small stream could end up in a bigger one, that would later on show him the way to a river and, if he was lucky enough, a vilage. But after hours of searching he realized that there was no way to find the stream. Even though there were no sounds, the place was dark and countless plants covered the floor, the shortest ones reaching his knees.
When he was starting to think that his days might be coming to an end, he heard the flapping of wings. That was a good sign; there was something alive near him. Even if it was dangerous, it was better to find something to do than laying in the forest; the lack of activity and the cold would end up killing him otherwise.
Suddenly, he saw something shining under a barbed plant near his feet. At first he thought that the aether wisps might be back, but after looking at it for a bit longer he realized that the creature that was down there was no aether wisp at all. The little yellow being's head was way bigger than it's body, which resembled to that of a human; its small legs didn't touch the ground, and his white eyes were open wide and looking at Astor's boots.
When he started moving his hands towards the little being that was down there, Astor heard the flapping again, now louder. Scared and surprised, he raised his head only to find a red butterfly flying over his head. The insect was approaching him and, once it reached his nose, it bursted in blood.
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