Converging

Krenen lunged forward, eyes closed, trying to catch one of the monsters in his grasp, but crashed against a tree. The impact would have probably left him incapacitated if one of his hands hadn't grazed the trunk, which allowed him an instant to maneuver and not smash his face against it.

Mocking, raspy, high-pitched cackles filled the air.

"We're hungry."

"Open your eyes."

"Open them."

"There's nothing else to do."

Breathing heard, angry for making a fool out of himself, Krenen did knot know what to do. "Just eat me, then."

"Open your eyes first."

That's when it made sense. The song said their gaze would turn him to ice, which he didn't believe possible, but had to be true. Just his touch was enough to sear their skin. What would it to do them to bite him? To drink his fresh blood?

He sat. "Why don't you come make me open them?"

"Shh."

"Shh."

"Shh."