With a start Demo stared into enormous green eyes!
This was no plant!
Rather, a denizen of the weird waters! A denizen with an appetite for Demo!
A grin appeared on its face. Rather, a smirk. It licked its lips in anticipation.
With one arm held captive by the creature, Demo was unable to use his bow and arrows. Nevertheless, he was not completely helpless.
With his free hand he pulled an arrow from its pouch, stabbed at the entwining red tentacle. Surprised and in pain, the creature uncoiled its hold, slid back into the dark stream.
Demo sat down in the boat, sweat appearing on his forehead. For a moment he sat still. Then he noticed that the boat was drifting away from the shore.
With a start he once more manned his oars!
It was useless. The slow flowing waters of the Styx had now branched off. This was a different river entirely!
He recognized it! Fearfully his eyes opened wide!