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I felt every glance and brief touch as we navigated the cavern’s twists and turns. Lumis’s soft glow offered no insight to Darcel’s thoughts, but if his inner turmoil echoed mine, he was wrestling not only with the treacherous path beneath our feet but also the uncertain trajectory of our relationship. As we approached the heart of the cavern where the promised flame awaited, I wondered if its light would bring clarity—allowing us to truly see one another—or if the shadows it cast would only deepen the mysteries that lay between us.

The cavern stretched before us, a sprawling network of pathways veined with damp, glistening walls of time-worn stone. The constant drip of water from the cavern's ceiling accompanied our steps, forming reflective pools that caught the sparse light from our torch.

Navigating through the cavern became a test of patience and observation. The paths were unmarked, rendering each decision about which direction to take as uncertain as the one before. With his tracking experience, Kael initially led the way. As we delved deeper, the pathways multiplied, transforming into a labyrinth of enigmatic turns and twists that challenged our every step.

The air gradually grew cooler and more humid, thick with the earthy scent of moss and the subtle tang of minerals that seeped from the stone. I paused occasionally to examine the growth along the cavern walls. Tiny fungi and patches of bioluminescent moss thrived in the low light, emitting a faint, eerie glow that provided natural markers.

My herbology texts taught that these organisms often grew in areas with consistent air flow, indicating passages that likely led to larger chambers such as where the eternal flame would reside. I felt the familiar twinge of magic surrounding each plant, making me wonder if they served as stepping stones guiding us in the direction we needed to go.

I paused to examine them more closely and Darcel suddenly leaned closer, a proximity I’d missed too much to even consider pulling away. “Have you noticed something?”

“I don’t think the plants in this cavern are here by chance; they seem to be a natural map.”

Kael sighed. “I’ve navigated plenty of caves and never had to rely on plants as guides. It’s risky to depend on a mere hunch for direction.”

“Unlike the other caves you’ve explored, this one isn’t just a physical journey; it’s a traversal through nature’s hidden language, one I’ve spent years learning to interpret.”

At my counterargument, he and Sir Jiang looked to Darcel for the final decision. He didn’t even hesitate. “I think we should follow Ren’s lead.”

Sir Jiang snorted and Kael rolled his eyes. “Of course we’ll side with the herbalist and not the trained tracker.”

“We’re not trying to follow an animal’s tracks or locate an enemy force. These puzzles have all been designed for those who possess an herbalist’s knowledge,” Darcel argued. “It makes sense to rely on Ren.” He cast me a reassuring smile, the first direct eye contact he’d made with me all day. My cheeks warmed at his faith in me, a blush thankfully lost in the dim light.

Kael reluctantly stepped aside, allowing me to lead us towards a tunnel dense with clusters of glowing fungi. Their soft light cast an otherworldly glow that served as both a guide and reassurance as we ventured into the cavern’s deeper, forgotten corridors.

I moved forward with cautious optimism, relying on the echo of my own conviction to navigate through the darkness. As we wove through the labyrinthine underground, I brushed my fingers against the cavern walls, my touch attuned to subtle variations in texture and temperature. Cool, damp drafts emanated from the narrower passages, tapping into my instinctual ability finely tuned to nature’s subtle signs.

I periodically paused to survey our surroundings, recalibrating our path based on the environmental cues ingrained in me from years of study. My expertise in herbalism, typically focused on plant properties, now expanded to interpret the broader language of our natural surroundings. With each deliberate step towards our goal, I felt the growing weight of responsibility to lead us correctly through this subterranean maze. At the same time I felt a burgeoning delight as for the first time I was not merely relying on information I’d been taught, but was able to use my instincts and communicate directly with the flora I’d devoted my life to studying.

At first, Darcel and the others followed silently, the torchlight casting elongated shadows that danced grotesquely against the rough walls. But as minutes turned into hours with no sign of the eternal flame’s chamber, the atmosphere grew heavy, weighted with unspoken doubts. I cast Lumis an anxious glance, but it hung silently at my side, as though waiting for me to discern the clues that were obvious to a magical lantern.

Kael’s punctuated sigh eventually broke the tension, his annoyance reverberating in the cramped space. “Forgive me if my patience has long worn thin, but I feel as if we should have reached our destination by now.”

His complaint echoed my own dwindling confidence, which had eroded with each dead end we encountered. “I think we should have taken the left fork back at the stalagmites,” I admitted.

“It’s easy to get turned around in these places.” Darcel’s expression was unreadable in the flickering torchlight, but the strain in his voice suggested his own patience was thinning. This impacted me more deeply than my own ever-present self-doubts, and I found myself worrying about the still uncertain future of the relationship that was just beginning to form between us.

Desperate to live up to the faith he’d placed in me, I led the group as we retraced our steps to the stalagmites jutting sporadically from the ground. I stopped to examine them more closely. They were cloaked in an array of mosses and lichens, some resembling the natural guideposts my father had taught me to decipher, markers known only to those versed in their language.

My gaze traced the subtle trail of spores that seemed less disturbed than the others we’d been following like breadcrumbs. They diverted down a less worn path jutting from our right, unexplored yet promising. An odd sense of aversion came over me as I glanced down the rocky corridor, and by the expressions on my companions’ faces, they felt similarly. My sense of dread grew as I took a step in that direction, as if my intuition was guiding me away from a dangerous route.

I took another look down the unpleasant path and horror seized my breath. On the far edges of where our flickering lights cast I saw twisting tendrils of darkness. My stomach twisted and I involuntarily took a step back. Surely if the curse was affecting this route we should stay far from it. By the others’ concerned murmurs, they’d drawn the same conclusion.

Before I could retreat farther, another sense made me pause. If the curse was attempting to stop us from this particular path…perhaps it was the direction that would lead us to what we sought.

I hesitated for a moment, fearful of guiding us on yet another wrong way. Closing my eyes, I searched for calm so I could better consider the decision. As peace enveloped me, Lumis's warmth intensified, its deepening glow seeming to encourage me to trust my intuition.

With a steadying breath I lifted my chin. “It’s this way.”

Darcel gestured towards the darkness with concern. “Are you sure? How can you be certain?”

I pointed to the growth patterns I’d noticed and Kael groaned. “This entire time we’ve been taking guidance frommushrooms?” Fatigue softened his biting complaint.

“These spores are from lantern moss. They grow more abundantly near sources of natural energy…such as a flame. I’m certain they’ll lead the way.”

I could feel Darcel’s eyes on me, soft in his admiration as I unraveled the mysteries with my herbalist knowledge. He nodded, once more placing his trust in me and my capabilities.

As we followed the new path, I lifted Lumis, my heart hammering as we approached the darkness. Yet the tendrils shrank and vanished as my lantern shone. In addition the air began to grow warmer, the distinct scent of sulfur mingled with the earthy dampness. My heart quickened with the prospect that despite my earlier misstep I’d been able to correct our course.

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