Thread: The Maze (Xinavee/Storytelling_Brownie)

Slowly her surroundings started to take on definition, the dizziness receding as alarm grew. The last thing she remembered was reaching the Isle of Minos. From the dock the famous maze was visible, the massive stone walls drawing the eye. Impenetrable, catching her stare a sailor had shaken his head. Informing her that the walls seen from town were the entrance, the vast bulk of the maze itself was underground. The thought of being trapped underground, unable to feel the fresh air, feel the sunlight on her pale skin, or taste the salt tang of the ocean sent her into a panic. All throughout the journey Thea had been fighting panic, using her time to think of escape plans. Now standing on the dock, she knew there wasnt any. She would die in there and the same survival instinct that had spared her death as a child kicked in to protect her now. One small woman was no match for the guards or sailors. Easily Thea was caught and subdued, cuffed over the head and carried unconscious to her death. These memories filtered in as her eyes adjusted to the gloom. No one else was around her, either the others had woken and left her, or they were dead. Thea assumed the former as why the monster left her alone made no sense, unless he wanted her alive when he killed her. Bracing herself against the wall she levered herself to her feet, the world spun threatening to send her sprawling. Gasping she focused on the rough texture of the stone under her palm, forcing the nausea back. Through sheer stubbornness she managed to keep her footing. It wasnt easy. Examining her surroundings she decided she must be near the entrance, a large slab of rock was at her back. Its height towering above her and absolutely impossible to move. It had to keep in the Minotaur after all. No way out at this end, so either it was at another end or none at all. She had to hold to hope that there was a way out, or be lost. There was no food, no water, no safety, and she had no clue where anyone was or where the monster was. Panic clutched her chest, her vision tunneling to a pinprick, there seemed no choice but to die. You can choose to die a coward or fighting with all you have. the thought wasnt a soothing one, but it helped her calm enough to venture a few steps forward, hand following the wall, half support and half guide. In a scant few feet she encountered a wall, forcing her to go right. This tunnel continued on and on, as she walked she realized it was slopping downward. The sailor had made mention that most of it was underground. After several minutes of slow walking Thea found herself at the first of many crossroads. You or you? Indecisive she looked down each corridor as if the darkness would resolve into something definable and make any sort of difference. Thea was a slender woman of medium height. Fair of complexion and comely of feature with eyes so dark they are nearly black. Her true crowning glory was her hair, waist length, thick, glossy, and black as a crows wing. Marring half her face was a purple bruise, the product of her attempt at escape earlier that morning. She wavered between the two directions before finally deciding to go left. After all she was lost, one way wasnt so much better than any other. Her head ached from the blow earlier, but at least the nausea faded to manageable levels. Everything was so quiet, except for her soft pants and the shuffle of her bare feet. The air got cooler the further underground she went, soon it would become uncomfortable or even dangerous in such a thin garment as she owned. As she walked her hand remained glued to the wall, if you follow a wall surely you must find the end at some point, even if it took a long while. After choosing left the first time she continued to choose left, even when at times it led her to dead ends. Hours had passed since she entered the maze, ever new sound gave her a start, every corner peeked around to be sure it was safe. The waiting was the hardest bit, Theas nerves were frayed to the snapping point. Every moment she expected to run into it, to die at the hands of the half human, half bull creature that was rumored to eat human flesh and called her prison its home.