It's been days now and he couldn't find a way out. Everything looked the same, each tree molding into the shape of the other. Am I going in circles?

This was supposed to be a quick detour, a shortcut through the woods and it turned out to be a nightmare. An enchanted circle of lefts and rights all leading back to the same place.

He was losing his mind. Hunger and thirst were starting to take hold, pain and weariness weighing him down. What a foolish mistake it was, coming here.

After wandering for a while longer, he gave up, slumping against one of the trees. There was no more strength left in him to keep going. I'm going to die here, aren't I?

Just when he thought it was all over he saw it. A faint blue light in the distance, hovering over a fallen log.

A Will-O'-The-Wisp. It wasn't exactly a trustworthy spirit but there was nothing he could lose now.

He wearily propped himself up with the help of his sword and stumbled towards it. Hoping it would show him the way out.

When he stood right in front of it he could .hear a faint incoherent whispering coming from it. "Please," he pleaded, voice strained and raspy, "if there's any good in you, show me the way out."