~Build a Story~

She ran down the center path for what seemed like hours, only to find that it kept going. She paused to catch her breath, and looked behind her. She couldn't see how far along she had come, or how far she had to go, so she slowly gathered her wits and continued forward.

then se stopped an hour later and touched her selve

then se stopped an hour later and touched her selve

She realized she was going nowhere soon, so she sat down in the middle of the passageway. She did not want to go nowhere near the walls, for fear they were actually authentic human remnants. Moments later, footsteps sounded in her ears, yet they were a distance away. She then heard a voice, a hoarse voice of a man speaking in a normal tone. How she was hearing this man's voice, she did not know. Because although she could hear him, she knew she was not anywhere near his proximity. He spoke calmly, and said,"I know you are lost. For this maze is not easily conquered. I am the warlock called Sion, and when you walked into my woods, I instantly had you captured in a string of illusions. Few have walked out of my woods period, and even fewer have walked out unscathed. Because you are of the gentler sex, I will spare your life and will not harm you...If, you can defeat this maze. I will say no more..."

As she stood nervous, but relieved it was all an illusion, she closed her eyes. She concentrated on something other than where she was. She began sorting thoughts in her mind, trying to recall the last few days. When she opened her eyes, she was standing at the door of a small wood-and-stone framed cottage. She looked all around her and noticed there were no walls of flesh and no hard stone flooring covered in dried blood. All around her was the cool forest breeze, the sounds of birds chirping happily, rodents playing in the nearby bushes, and the beautiful smell of wet dirt from a light morning shower. She focused on the cottage in front of her.