Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)
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				Title: <strong>Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>28-09-2010, 20:55:54</strong>
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				Epona Bennu was spending her Saturday afternoon as she spent every Saturday afternoon. She was sat upon the arch of the bridge. The large parks stream ran under it in a gush after last night and the early mornings rain. Her hands held a small black leather bound book with golden imprinting upon it's cover and side but in too many patches the gold had been smudged and blurred to a odd faint copper hue that made it hard to see what the young woman was reading. <br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; (http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg156/Crystal_Shar/stone-bridge-across-minnehaha-creek-mn233.jpg)<br><br>Her black, ankle booted feet moved back and forth and struck the wall loudly as her lips moved silently as she read the book in her hand. Her long brown hair fell along her shoulders and back freely to rest above her blue shirts waist. A pair of dark grey jeans protected her from the chill of the stone beneath her thighs as people walked passed and watched the odd female who seemed completely unaware of the world around her as the real world went on around her. <br><br>A faint crease touched her brow as she seemingly read a humorous point in the book before she heard her mobile phone starting to ring. She could feel it vibrating in her front pocket. She tried to ignore the sensation that was trying to draw her out of the world of fairies and magic sighing with relief as it stopped to curse quietly once it started up again barely thirty seconds later. Pulling the phone from her pocket she answered with a sigh. <br><br>"Hello Grandma, yes I am in the park...yes reading the book you gave me....yes I can be on my way home in half a hour. See you soon."<br><br>She sighed and hung up before slipping the phone back into her pocket, she twisted herself and then pushed herself down onto the bumpy path of the bridge and began making her way home. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 00:49:27</strong>
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				He waited silently from the moment it had happened.&nbsp; His world waited and watched for the moment that would surely come.&nbsp; He had fallen once before for the sphinx that had tricked him.&nbsp; A few decades had passed but his vengeance hadn't and he simply waited.&nbsp; His world was that of the darkness and he smiled watching the little ones that followed him so regularly.&nbsp; He was a Fae of sorts in a human form.&nbsp; In his world, though, lie the dark ones.&nbsp; A hate of the one whom had locked him away with her magics.&nbsp; She had stolen his pride and joy; a gift of immense worth to him.&nbsp; However, this was not his objective; the woman was his goal.&nbsp; She would sleep until her wards wore off and then finally in her slumber she would fail and the world would be his.&nbsp; He kept an eye on their world; the world of the disgusting humans.&nbsp; The woman whom had harmed him and his heart, lay among that world becoming more and more feeble.&nbsp; He knew her wards would fail and she would be his first target.&nbsp; Should she be though, he wondered.&nbsp; He had lain in wait so long, perhaps, he should make the generation now pay.&nbsp; Her grandchildren shall pay for her disobedience.&nbsp; How cruel and typically dark for her to do what she had done.&nbsp; Now it was his turn, so he would lie in wait.&nbsp; He would wait for his moment; he would wait for his day.... 
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>29-09-2010, 22:01:04</strong>
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				Epona arrived home exactly half a hour later. She lived with her mother, father and grandmother. Before the door was even open half way she heard a soul full but aged voice calling from deeper within the two story building.<br><br>"Epona is that you dear?"<br><br>"Yes Grandma it is me and the hundred of goblins come to take you to the mazes."<br><br>She added with a smile to her lips. Her grandma was nor nearly a eighty years old but full of life. She could hear a chuckle from within that was still deep and rich with youth.<br><br>"One day your tongue shall get you in trouble young Epona now come in here it is time to start on your lessons again."<br><br>Epona sighed as she placed the black book on a small mantle piece along the broad hall way and stepped into her grand mothers small study. The large windows were already blinded with thick , heavy green curtains despite it only being three in the afternoon. Nearly fifty candles were littered about the room and on the table that was the central focus of the room was a large scrying mirror.&nbsp; It had once been perhaps gold but with age and Epona thought her mother's handiwork it was now a deep bronze with a wooden back.<br><br>Epone's head dropped into her hands at the sight of it.<br><br>"Again Grandma? But I have been staring into that thing for nearly three hours each night for the last two weeks and I can still see nothing within bar my own reflection."<br><br>She sat down on one of the two chairs and sighed.<br><br>"You have to admit Grandma it seems all that you are has simply skipped a few generations. I can not do this like you say you can."<br><br>"Did you read the book again Epona?"<br><br>"Yes I did Grandma but do you not think I am getting a little old for these fairy tales. As much as I enjoy it I do have to grow up at some time and as Mother says "Boys do not make passes at girls who wear glasses." that does seem to also count for those that enjoy reading books."<br><br>"Well your mother speaks nonsense and she knows it she just wishes to make sure she shall be a grandma herself soon. Now let's begin."<br><br>Epona sighed, knowing it was useless to argue and began to look into the scrying mirror. It was only about five inches deep but the way the base curved seemed to make it go much deeper than that."<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 03:21:26</strong>
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				He was livid for today was a grand day for his kingdom.&nbsp; He was able to maneuver in his world, but had been cut off from the human realm for going on sixty years, give or take.&nbsp; His kingdom was alive in celebration of his greatness and he reveled in it.&nbsp; He was going to allow his plan to come to fruition soon and all his dreams would be reality once again.&nbsp; He would have his revenge or...., yes the other part would serve nicely.&nbsp; He would have a vengeance one way or another.&nbsp; He would not allow himself to be fooled or made a fool of again.&nbsp; The old woman would teach her little granddaughter a lesson in her 'magics.'&nbsp; The problem with that lie in the fact that what the old witch knew had either come from him in their time spent together or she had managed to divine from the actual scrying mirror.&nbsp; He waited and waited very patiently for his moment; he knew that the young girl, Epona, would mess something up.<br><br>The dark world both above and below the ground would chant his name.&nbsp; They would celebrate hoping to allow a break in the seal long enough for him to sneak through and plant the seeds of his vengeance.&nbsp; His loss and his life that had been shattered so long ago would be avenged.&nbsp; He sought only darkness for the human world and in his sights he would rule both worlds.&nbsp; His army of darkness was just the epilogue to his true intentions.&nbsp; This was only going to happen after he had won against the old witch.&nbsp; He would try his ultimate plan and he knew that the young child girl would be open to his machinations, for, she too grew tired of the old woman's rants.&nbsp; He smiled at the thought of annihilation that awaited their lives.&nbsp; They themselves would not be annihilated, but the world they would formally know would cease to exist.&nbsp; No, all that was, but an after thought of his true motives.&nbsp; He would get his chance soon and then vengeance would be his....forever. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 14:33:43</strong>
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				Epona could hear the faint tick tocking of the grandfather clock that had pride of place above a small fire place in her grandmas room. The room was warm due to the candles burning as well as the small fire that was constantly kept alive throughout the day to help her grandma old bones as she would say.<br><br>Epona stared into the scrying mirror while trying to not cause her eyes to water. Sweat began to trail along her forehead as she concentrated but finally pulled of her jacket. <br><br>"Keep concentrating Epona it shall come."<br><br>Epona was quite certain that it would never come then for a split second she thought she saw movement from within the dish. A face appeared to have flickered briefly before fading to nothing but the dark again. Epona frowned as she sat up straight to rub her tired eyes gently.<br><br>"Is something wrong Epona?"<br><br>"My eyes and my head is tired Grandma. Do you not think that I could take a break for one night?" You did not do this with any of the other of your grand kids did you?"<br><br>"No but they are all very much scientific and proof minded. They never believed in fantasies or day dreams Epona. "<br><br>Epona laughed faintly.<br><br>"But grandma it is not truly possible for there to be another world beyond this one, where goblins roam and is ruled by a king. I may enjoy imagining the&nbsp; possibilities but I know that it can not truly happen."<br><br>"Just keep trying Epona it won't hurt you."<br><br>"But is grandma you are driving me insane. I can not do it."<br><br>She rose to her feet angrily as she moved towards the hall way to picket up the dark book.<br><br>"Epona get back here and do as you are told!"<br><br>The tone was sharp, too sharp and pushed Epona to a limit she thought she would not pass.<br><br>"I wish for just five minutes peace be it the goblin king that grants it!"<br><br>She muttered under her breath as she grabbed hold of the book , holding it tightly.<br><br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 17:30:21</strong>
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				The moment happened in an instant and the plan enacted with word or thought.&nbsp; The goblins and other darkness of his realm all celebrated as in a sudden gust of wind the lights in the grandmother's house went out whether by candle or electric.&nbsp; The spell was of such a fearsome sort that the world had not even noticed the power switch.&nbsp; It was like flickering a light on a off in a split second.&nbsp; He moved his hand with such unfathomable speed that the grandmother could not do anything, but succumb to the prologue of his vengeance.&nbsp; The granddaughter had completed and accomplished what he had needed in one instant.&nbsp; He laughed slightly as the voice from his lips became the wind that had knocked out the light.&nbsp; He was the darkness that had appeared in the mirror of scrying.&nbsp; The window closest to the old woman was open by the time the world and the granddaughter could notice anything.&nbsp; A smile pursed his lips as he awaited her gasp of horror and surprise.<br><br>He lay dormant for the moments it would take the young girl to realize what she had done and oh yes, he would make her go through the deepest abyss to save her beloved grandmama.&nbsp; This was his ultimate plan to do to the child what had been done to him almost a century before.&nbsp; He waited for her reaction of pain and the hurt look to follow.&nbsp; How could she have done such a cruel thing?&nbsp; He would wait to ask such a question to see the look of disdain and self loathing.&nbsp; He wanted this girl in the end to love him unconditionally.&nbsp; With patience and luck he would have both plans come to fruition.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>30-09-2010, 23:48:26</strong>
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				For a moment Epona thought she felt a breeze coming from no where. When she turned around she saw the front door still half open and sighed. She quickly closed and locked it before returning back to her grandmama's room. She was surprised her grandma had not responded or actually said anything at all. Perhaps her grandma had accepted Epona's need for peace but it was far too easily done. <br><br>She entered the room again and noticed that all the candles had gone out as well as the fire. She could not see her grandmama either as she walked further intot he room she finally saw her collapsed on the floor, ehr eyes closed an silent, a strange look of victory had formed on ehr face.<br><br>Epona ran to her dropping the book to the floor with a loud thud as she came to her knees, bringing her fingers against her grandma's neck trying to find a pulse. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>02-10-2010, 15:17:06</strong>
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				He laughed at the realization of the granddaughter about her grandmother.&nbsp; She was going to discover her grandmother very much alive.&nbsp; He hadn't killed the old wench, no, that would have been too easy.&nbsp; He transposed a small orb near her to watch her.&nbsp; The young maiden had much to her and was exceptionally beautiful.&nbsp; He, himself, was a beautiful man and would have no trouble disarming such a lovely tart.&nbsp; He looked at her through the orb near the young girl looking at her grandmother.&nbsp; He decided to initiate conversation, "She isn't dead, you know...."&nbsp; His voice coming from the deepest darkness, surprisingly gave a choir of angels sound and feel.
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 15:44:48</strong>
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				Epona managed to find her grandma,s heart still beating, for a few moments it was beating rapidly as if in shock or surprise before calming down. She tried to stir her awake hoping it was just a minor dizzy spell but she appeared to be in a heavy sleep. <br><br>At the sudden voice sounding from within the room that she did not recognize causing her to rise to her feet and look about the room.<br><br>"What's happened to her and where are you?"<br><br>She did not consider that the voice could becoming from within a item in the room despite how close it registered to her. Her face had turned pale and her eyes shimmered with unspent tears as she rose to her feet trying to locate the person. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 16:57:24</strong>
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				He looked at her sculpted back underneath her clothes.&nbsp; He knew that this child was of unparalleled beauty and he marveled at how well constructed the old woman's family truly was.&nbsp; He listened for a moment not speaking to her about his actions.&nbsp; He simply stared and finally after a few passing moments he said, "I am right behind you in the orb of sight."&nbsp; He smiled at her hoping that she would get the clue and actually turn around to reveal her own beauty.&nbsp; The sky in both realms was dark and foreboding; he liked it that way.&nbsp; He smiled at the chattering of his minions on his side of the orb and waved his hand in front of his neck to silence them.&nbsp; They indeed silenced and did not make a sound, for, their master was a cruel man when the pleasure served him and his needs.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>03-10-2010, 18:10:14</strong>
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				"The orb of sight, what the hell is the orb of..."<br><br>She sharply turned to look into the scrying mirror. Her gaze narrowing slightly as she examined it closely, peering into the small but vast appearing dish hoping that she would as the many times before she had started found nothing. <br><br>"Even before her gaze truly settled on the mirror her tone of voice had turned angry.<br><br>"What have you done to her?"<br><br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>04-10-2010, 20:00:48</strong>
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				"I only granted what you wanted and asked for," he said as his image protruded from the orb.&nbsp; He simply manifested himself in front of her.&nbsp; His glory and magnificence easy to understand.&nbsp; His regal clothing and bow of introduction were the main clues to this.&nbsp; He did indeed bow before her and smile.&nbsp; "I am the goblin king to which you have requested the peace from," he smiled at her with a perfect set of white teeth.&nbsp; "I have been watching the world to which I would hope and return too dear Epona," he continued, "you were the gateway to which I would return."&nbsp; He nodded his head in appreciation and finished, "I would thank your beautiful words and features, but you have your life to live."&nbsp; He started to turn and walk away.
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 00:47:46</strong>
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				She only had been given a few minutes to digest what had been said to her from the man that appeared from the orb. Her eyes had widened in surprise as she thought for a moment perhaps she had fallen asleep. Had he not been the cause for her grandma's unconscious state she certainly would of found it a struggle not to stare upon the mans form. He was rugged yet held a element of grace that seemed to argue his features and yet drew her in closer until he started to turn away. One hand reached out sharply to grab his shoulder and pull him back to face her. <br><br>"I asked for five minutes peace now wake her up! Bring her back!"<br><br>She glanced down tot he orb briefly from where he had emerged and wondered if she threatened to smash it what reaction that would cause. 
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				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>06-10-2010, 05:15:56</strong>
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				He looked at her with surprise and intrigue.&nbsp; She had touched him and he had allowed it.&nbsp; This impertinent little witch was just what he needed and his sight into her being had revealed her to be just what he had wanted.&nbsp; He looked at her and steadied his features.&nbsp; He eyed her suspiciously and shrugged her off.&nbsp; He looked at her again and said, "You put her to sleep, I just helped.&nbsp; You want her to wake?&nbsp; You must find the mirror that your grandmother so lovingly let you use."&nbsp; If she were to look around the scrying mirror would be gone and only a smile would remain on his face.&nbsp; He turned again to walk away.
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				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>07-10-2010, 23:41:38</strong>
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				The hand on his arm tightened as she moved to stand in his way. Her body moving between him and the door. She did not know for sure what he was capable of but she was not going to simply allow him to walk away. Oddly she did not take the time to look for the scrying mirror&nbsp; She oddly knew that he spoke the truth and it would not be there and that was going to be a waste of time that she did not have.<br><br>"Where did you send it?"<br><br>Her other arm reached up to press against one shoulder pushing him backwards into the large table or at least attempting to. Her eyes that had shimmered with unspent tears now flashed with anger at his rudeness. <br><br>"Stop walking away from me. You did this and you are going to help me fix this!"<br><br>Her tone of voice had become determined and huskier as she tried to clear the frog in her throat. 
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				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 02:19:30</strong>
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				He looked at her fire with a passion of his own.&nbsp; He was entranced with the anger and fear she presented.&nbsp; He could feel her hurt that she had betrayed her loved one and that made him smile.&nbsp; He was happy that such an 'energetic' young woman could be so, so, ferocious.&nbsp; She had no idea that he could do so much, but she obviously didn't care enough.&nbsp; He chuckled a little and looked at her.&nbsp; "If you want to save the one you love; you'll have to hurry to the palace above," he gave her his little rhyme to make her think.&nbsp; He continued, "If you think that you can save; touch the orb and the way you'll pave."&nbsp; He said his words so smoothly that they came out almost in song.&nbsp; He had practiced for a while and he was well prepared.&nbsp; He knew, however, she wasn't.&nbsp; He smiled again, "If you succeed at thirteen's end then your Grandma you will have again."&nbsp; He waited for her response, but as he waited his slowly disappeared from her view back to his world.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>09-10-2010, 21:48:46</strong>
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				She listened to his words that sounded more like a childrens rhyme rather than a grown man speaking.<br><br><em>"If you want to save the one you love; you'll have to hurry to the palace above,"</em><br><br>"A palace above..? There is no palace above..."<br><br>She felt her fingers circle themselves as he faded from view and seemingly back into the orb. <br><br><em>"If you think that you can save; touch the orb and the way you'll pave." </em><br><br>She did not like the sound of that , that suggested traveling and she did not think he expected he meant by air or train. She glanced down to the orb and back to her grandmother. She had no choice. She wished she did but most of all she wished she had not cast any such wish. <br><br><em>"If you succeed at thirteen's end then your Grandma you will have again."</em><br><br>Thirteens end? End of what? Thirteen days? weeks..thirteen tasks? He obviously liked to speak in rhyme to prevent any answer being simple to find but she knew enough. <br><br>She reached down slowly and grasped the orb in her hand. She gave the odd crystal a squeeze and waited. She closed her eyes as she blew a kiss to her grandma.<br><br>"I hope to be back soon. "<br><br>She just hoped this was not a kind of trick.<br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Azrael Annavianna</strong> on <strong>10-10-2010, 23:48:23</strong>
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				He waited as he saw her from afar transported to the great Labyrinth that he had created.&nbsp; In thirteen hours her grandmother would be gone forever and his vengeance complete.&nbsp; An added bonus would be to distract this girl and perhaps have her fall in love with him.&nbsp; A master plan indeed, he thought.&nbsp; He watched as she appeared in the dark and overrun area at the beginning of the Labyrinth.&nbsp; The only thing that lived out there were a few trees and an isolated Gnome named Harold.&nbsp; He knew, though, that the Gnome was a Sverblin; quite small and weak.&nbsp; She would have difficulty already with that one; if she could even make it there.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Into the Underground (Aviva and Azrael Annavianna)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aviva</strong> on <strong>12-10-2010, 19:40:13</strong>
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				Epona's eyes had closed when she felt a strangeness begin to wrap around her form. It was a odd sensation, she felt as if her body was being pulled inside out. Her eyes felt like they were going to explode and by the time the sensation had eased and she dared open her eyes she could feel the difference of where she was under her feet. It felt like sand but larger and crumblier rather than powdery. She slowly rose to her knees from the low down position where at some point she may have collapsed. She looked around at the scene before her. The place looked dead already. Only a handful of trees were left and they looked to be done dry and long dead. The rocky sand beneath her feet was a coppery colour and in the distance appeared to be a enormous maze...well not a maze she remembered but a labyrinth. <br><br>Already from the high point on the hill she could see the tall, broad walls that were so closely linked in places they practically became one.&nbsp; She shuddered slightly despite the heat but remembering the mans words she quickly started to move in the direction of the nearest wall that looked to be about two miles away at least. Her search obviously beginning with a door. <br><br>
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