“Hey!” I called, turning to the one who had spoken to me. She was halfway into the trunk now, just her face and one arm showing through the bark, glittering black eyes fixed on me. “Wait a second. You can’t just disappear on us now. What’s going on?”
“They are coming,” the dryad whispered as her arm and shoulder vanished, sucked back into the tree. Now only her face showed through the bark. “Run, Ethan Chase.” And she was gone, leaving me staring at a faceless tree trunk. The mist surrounding us coiled tighter, shutting out the rest of the light.
“Ethan,” Annwyl whispered in a choked voice, gazing wide-eyed at something behind me. I spun...
...and came face-to-face with an eyeless hag, floating at the edge of the mist.
My stomach dropped. I leaped back, but the ragged figure with thinning hair and no eyes in its withered face lurched toward me like a puppet whose strings were being yanked. One thin, shriveled hand stretched out to me, long talons flashing like steel as it snagged the front of my shirt, tearing through the cloth. I yelled and grabbed its wrist, trying to pry it loose, but the withered hag was stronger than she looked, because I couldn’t budge her an inch. Her face leaned close to mine, smelling of dust and cobwebs and things in the attic that hadn’t seen the sun in decades. I jerked back, struggling to free myself as her slit of a mouth opened and cold, dead air rushed against my face.
“No time!” The words were a rasp, and her other hand clamped my shoulder, claws digging into my skin. “No time, Ethan Chase! They are coming. But you must understand. You must see this!”
“Get off me!” I snaked my arm beneath the bony elbow and shoved with all my might, and the creepy hag fell back, tearing a hole in my shirt and a few in my skin, as well. She hissed, reaching out again, and I hastily backed up, keeping Annwyl behind me.
“No,” the eyeless thing moaned, sounding despondent. I didn’t care; she was not going to grab me again. “Ethan Chase, wait! You do not understand. I must show you something, before it is too late.”
“Stay right there,” I told it and snatched a stick from the ground, holding it in front of me like I would my swords. “If you have something to tell me, you can say it from there.”
“Ethan,” Annwyl whispered behind me, sounding faint. “It’s the Oracle.”
“What? The Oracle?” The ancient seer of Faery, who’d helped Meghan when she first came to the Nevernever looking for me, who could see the future, or glimpses of it? That Oracle?
I didn’t get a chance to ask. The mist roiled, and suddenly, dark things erupted from the wall of white, rushing toward us from all sides. They looked like shadows, black silhouettes with no defining features except for a pair of glowing yellow eyes. They weren’t human shadows, either; their arms were too long, ending in curved talons, and they moved like huge insects, skittering over the ground. Tendrils of shadow streamed from their heads and backs like inky ribbons, writhing into the air as they closed in, silent as the mist they came out of.
I yelped as one shadow-thing bounded toward me, swiping at it with the branch. It ducked, or rather, it flowed beneath the blow, moving like a spill of ink and coming up on the other side. For an instant, it was right in front of me, bulging yellow eyes inches from my face. But then, before I could even register that I was in trouble, it was gone, leaping away.
Toward the dusty hag floating in the center of the grove. In fact, the whole swarm seemed to be converging on her like a flood of dark water. She hissed, rags billowing as she slashed the air around her, talons flashing. Several of the shadow creatures jerked, then seemed to come apart, fraying into ribbons of darkness that seeped into the ground and disappeared.
But even more of the shadow things got through and piled on the Oracle, clinging to her dusty form like splashes of ink. They didn’t attack; from what I could see, they just grabbed her and hung on. But the shrieks and wails coming from beneath that dark mass made my hair stand on end.
“Ethan,” Annwyl cried, grabbing the back of my shirt. “It’s the Oracle! Please, help her!”
“Are you crazy?” I said, tearing my shirt from her grasp. She gazed back at me, wide-eyed and pleading, and I groaned. “Fine. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but...do you think you can distract them long enough for me to get her away?”
The Summer girl nodded. I sighed, turned to the indistinguishable blot of darkness in the center of the grove and raised my stick. “Right. Rescuing creepy faeries who tried to kill me, again. Why not?”
As I lunged toward the fight, the trees above me groaned. Ancient oak branches swept down, sweeping away dark creatures like a broom, flinging them back. Vines erupted from the ground, coiling around the creatures’ legs and arms, pulling them away. The mass of darkness was peeled aside, and I could see a pile of dirty rags crumpled on the ground.
Darting in, I slammed into a cloud of frigid cold that nearly took my breath away. My skin prickled, and my breath billowed in front of me as I reached down and grabbed a limp, shriveled arm among the pile of rags.
“No!” The arm came to life, bony fingers clamping on to my wrist, startling me. I jerked, failing to free my arm, and looked down. The Oracle’s withered, eyeless face peered up at me from the ground, mouth gaping open. Around us, the shadow beings fought the vines holding them back, slithering through the coils like snakes, their chill coating everything with frost.
“Dammit, let go!” I tried wrenching my arm back, tried to drag her out, away from the shadows closing in on all sides. “Will you stop? I’m trying to help you!”