KOL
We had been walking for what felt like hours.
Yet we still hadn't found a single trace of Eric. The worst part was that we kept returning to the exact same spot, no matter which direction we took.
"Rule number three," Elliott said, stopping in front of the familiar tree. An arrow was carved into its bark, pointing simultaneously right, left, upward, and downward.
If confusion had a physical form, this arrow would be it.
Elliott jabbed a finger at the mark. "Remain on the marked path at all times."
The rest of us stared at him, waiting for the point he was trying to make.
"This is a marked spot, correct?" he asked.
"Yes," I answered. The others nodded in agreement.
"But we've been walking in circles," Elliott continued, frustration bleeding into his voice. "I'm not the only one who noticed. We left this damned tree an hour ago, only to come right back to it."
