Chapter 50
Another day passed with Michael and Ceinwen walking in circles. Their food was gone and they had no choice but to drink the water found in streams. They hoped no dangerous parasites were in it. They tried to find their way out of the forest, or even back to the campsite the wraiths had driven them from, but could find neither. The gloom and suffocating atmosphere of sadness in the forest of the lost was weakening them more than the lack of food.
It was as if the forest were conspiring against them.
They gathered logs and built a fire as the sun was setting. Not that they could see the sun, but the ever-shaded forest simply grew increasingly dark, until all light vanished completely.
Hungry, tired, and scared, they lay in each other’s arms to sleep, in Ceinwen’s case hoping,
