The faeries shook their heads at Rhys and attempted to push him back, pressing their small hands to his chest and face. The path was blocked by a thick rose bush, the full red blossoms far too vibrant for the dark forest and dripping blood from their petals to pool on the ground. The air was thick with the smell of blood and roses, cloying in the intensity. The purple thread ran straight through the bush and if Rhys attempted to leave the path to go around the bush, he wouldn't see the thread anywhere.