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Chapter 23 The Old Woman in the Tunnels 
"All who pass are never heard of again!" the woman howled. Another blast of wind leapt up out of the tunnel, and the air moaned and screamed around them.
"Hey, are you the one making that wind?" Spirea accused, turning to Invini.
"I’m sorry," Invini confessed, raising his hands, "it just seemed like the perfect touch. I couldn’t resist."
"It was a nice touch," Athel praised.
The old woman looked up, her long nose peeking out from beneath her hood, and Athel caught a twinkle in the woman’s eyes before they fell out of their sockets and splattered on the floor.
The group leaned back in disgust as the woman’s eyes unraveled themselves into long white slugs and began wriggling around.
"You cursed, brat, look what you've done!" the old woman yelled. I'm melting, MELTING!"
The tip of the woman’s nose drooped down, then fell free to the floor as well. Athel felt her stomach churn as the woman’s flesh and clothes came apart, disintegrating into a writhing mass of white slugs that toppled down into a writhing pile.
"Oh! What a world, what a world!" rose up the bubbling voice of the old woman. "Who would have thought a good little girl like you could destroy my beautiful wickedness! Ahhhh, I'm going! Ahhhhhhh......"
Everyone broke down laughing, and a few applauded.
"Okay, that was funny, but let's do it for real this time, okay?" the director called out.
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