Zephyra knew the last on her list, if she were to fully experience this Hallow’s Eve carnival, was the Labyrinth. She had killed five banshees to acquire her five items, she had collected three vials of venom, and she had spent some leisure time walking about the carnival looking at wares, at creatures, and at horrible food that no living person would surely eat. Well, except for perhaps ogres or trolls. This place was said to only appear by full moon in the last month of autumn, so she was happy when she saw the moon quite pregnant in the sky.
 
She had already been in Koschei Forest once- to kill banshees- and hoped none of the little witches came wailing through on her trek to where this Labyrinth was meant to be. Zephyra had her fill of undead banshees and their loud screaming. Luckily she had paid one of the gypsies to take her a direct route to the Labyrinth so she wouldn’t have to waste time, and possibly be swarmed by banshees, trying to find it.
 
He was a twig of a man and ghastly pale. Dead like all the others but he boasted a floating lantern that followed them through the mud and muck she had spent so much time removing from her boots. Finally winding white stone appeared in the distance and it seemed to glow in the moonlight. “This is as far as I dare take ya.” She thanked the man and then looked around carefully. There was a heavy mist on the upper level and strange noises coming from below. Zephyra was suddenly unsure she wanted to brave the place.
 
Walking inside, she was enveloped lovingly by the mist and walked until she found stairs. These stairs were where, it was rumored, noble men and women were brought to go down and sacrifice themselves. Clutching her bag close, she stepped down the stairs. There were screams for help and then she ran, following the voice until she turned and saw a woman hanging dead for years from a willow tree. Her brows furrowed and behind her there was rustling. But when she turned there was nothing there.

While he had yet to seek out the banshees of the forest, Benedek wanted to try and lay at least some of the spirits to rest.  He could hear them moaning below, yet they were not the only ones.  He was winding his way through the upper part of the maze first, seeking out what sounded like women's wailing.  Given the nature of the Labyrinth, Benedek wanted to try and set some of the spirits to rest.  And the most innocent were those women who had been murdered by the evil fae woman.  And there was worse below, if the tales were to be believed.  But Benedek had long ago learned that there was always a grain of truth in every story. 

Humming a tune, he waved the censer about, the incense disappearing into the foggy mist.  When he rounded the willow tree again, there was a girl.  But she was standing, and not hanging from the tree.  Was she another apparition and trick of the labyrinth?  Or was she like him, seeking the spirits of the dead.  For the most part, Benedek had learned that it was best to treat the dead like the living.  They didn't always knew that they were dead.  "Child, it is not safe here.  Have you no guardian?  The dead seem quite hungry tonight," he spoke with a gentle tone.  But if she showed any sight of daemonic taint, then he would be forced to end her.