when i arrived at the spring of light, after much cursing and tripping, one because of the other, i noticed something even more strange. the spring of light was coming from a tiny scrap of metal only the size of my thumb nail. i observed it for a while in a position i hoped hid me from prying eyes, however soon enough i found out i was not alone, the first sign was a faint snap, as if a twig had been stepped on. the next was the eyes, 3 sets of them to be exact. across from me at the very edge of the light gray eyes stared at the scrap of metal, their eyes filled with greed, suspicion, and some emotion i could not make out at the moment.
i then surveyed the ground, looking for something to defend myself with, should i need to. unfortunately the moment i saw a jagged branch i might be able to use as a makeshift spear in a pinch was the moment they saw me, when they did a great howling filled the air, positively exploding with the emotion i couldn't make out before, now i did and it terrified me for it was an ancient one, the primordial hate a demon had for the living.