I stare at the swamp. I can still smell the sickness perfuming the air. My hands were shaking. My breath was cold. I know what I have to do... but I'm terrified. I let out a breath. She groans at me. I smile at her. 

"At least I'm not alone." I say.

We start entering the swamp. I have to keep my eyes peeled. They are always watching. This swamp holds great evil. Luckily, I know how to handle it know. I have the cure. I hear the cries of the creatures. I grip my spear. My breath is still shaky. I know where it is. I know the center of the swamp holds the eye. That's probably where they took the rest of the humans. I had almost forgotten how foul smelling the air is. It's terrible. 

I know they're watching me. I know they will try to take me. I am not going to let them take me, not like the last time. I am going there on my own two feet or hers. This is where this demon ends.