Followed A Curved Path Crossword Novels & Stories

I contemplated myself on what to do and after much consideration, I had a lead. "Beneath the belly of the curve," I muttered. "It's a riddle so the curve here means valley," I quickly hung my bag, dusted my garment and went down that path. Bird chirps filled the air and the bright clouds started to darken. It's been raining a lot lately, so I have to hurry on my quest.

The trail was still here, meaning they still came around. I followed it into the trees beyond. The farther I went, the clearer it became that this path wasn’t meant to be seen. It curved deliberately, avoiding known patrol routes, skirting markers by a careful margin. Whoever built it understood the pack and how the patrol moved. The treachery would have sickened me, but I didn’t have the time for that. I thought it would eventually lead to the Gamma territory, to the secret underground base, but it didn’t. It kept going, till I recognized the markers of the South ridge. My jaw tightened, but my pace never changed.

There was an iron that had an n-shape with flowers curled to every part on it which was serving as the gate or entrance into the garden. The garden itself was as long and wide as I couldn't even tell. It was a circular garden with a lake at its middle then the floors were completely dressed with beautiful petaled flowers that sang on every part of it but the concreted path on the floor still continued to also avoid trampling ones feet upon the flowers on the garden. At every foot of the wall of the garden, white roses sang at them; neatly growing there. The garden had two long benches. I sat on one of the benches in front of the lake, watching the beautiful water and the whole garden was mak

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” She drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” she said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” They both followed the line she drew.

Not only did she not look like she’d connected with Peter, but the gelding looked as if he was simply carrying her along in hopes that she’d soon get off. We were at the crossroads in the path where we had the choice of taking the path that led back to the field behind my house or taking one of the other paths that led to different parts of the reserve. “Which way?” Amelia asked as Peter danced nervously. “What’s wrong with this stupid beast?”

When I reached the spot where Rachel and I had split up, the puppets were nowhere to be seen. “Whoa, that was a close one,” I muttered, catching my breath. As much as I hated to admit it, maybe I should have listened to Rachel. I pulled out my phone to see if there was a signal—still nothing. Frustrated, I checked the map again. That’s when I noticed something I hadn’t seen before: tiny words scribbled at the bottom of the map. “When you come across three paths while following a route, follow the straight path.

It was leading me. Somewhere real. My eyes dropped back to the page. To the marking. That small curve near the bottom. It didn’t belong. Not to the flow. Not to the rhythm. Not to anything I had learned so far. My breath came out slower as I leaned in slightly. “Okay…” I whispered. This time, I didn’t just trace it. I followed it. Curve. Pause. Angle. My head tilted slightly. “…left.” The word slipped out before I could stop it.

The kind that made you second-guess every sound. The trees got thicker. Older. Gnarled and twisted like they had secrets. Neither of us talked. We just walked. I looked around. “You sure this is the right way?” Kane nodded. “Yeah. The woman in town said the path curves left at the rock shaped like a wolf’s head. We passed that a minute ago.” “Okay,” I said quietly. “Then we keep going.” After a few more minutes, the air started to smell like smoke. Not fire smoke. Something different. A mix of herbs and wood.

He squinted, unsure. “It’s not finished yet, that’s why you don’t see it. We’ve only walked three points. But a fourth point would complete it.” I drew a straight line to complete the pattern. His jaw dropped as he recognized it. “A cross,” he said quietly. “We were meant to walk in the shape of a cross.” “Yes,” I said excitedly. “And if we follow the line, if we complete the cross symmetrically, it only leads to one place.” We both followed the line I drew.

Lara rolled her eyes in disdain. They chatted and bickered along the way, following the clues and picking up treasures. They figured out that incomplete heart-shaped clue meant there was a fork in the path ahead and to choose to be on the path to the side that is intact and crumbled heart shaped hanging clue might mean the path was difficult to maneuver through their unique bickering pattern.