Brokkrid had tried to find a suitable place to stay for the night, out of the elements, and perhaps someplace dry. The seasons were turning, so the bite of cold that hung in the air danced around at the edges of her liminal mind, starting to take over for her conscious one. She stumbled, quite by accident into the maze, and found herself walking among the walls before she knew it. She blinked a couple of times, trying to have her conscious mind take over for her subconscious walking brain, and realized she had stumbled right into a maze.
She turned back the way she came and sighed, closing her eyes. Brokkrid’s fingers massaged the bridge of her nose and she started off the way she had come in, only to run into a half-bare hedge, scraping herself needlessly on the hard bark of the hedge.
“Huh?” She asked, as if the hedge would answer. She looked at the wall that was standing in her way. Was that there before? She shook herself and sighed. The small scratches had woken her up, at least. Rolling her shoulders so that her pack was more comfortable she stared at the wall, and then turned back around. There was a dead end to greet her there too, with a twist to the left that wasn’t there before.
“I must have fallen asleep on my feet again.” She said, though the pain from the microabrasions and the golden and auburn leaves in her hair suggested otherwise. Brokkrid couldn’t help but just walk the way that the maze led her. At each dead end it turned a different way, leading her further and further in until she reached a cave. She looked back and sighed, letting the cave swallow her for the night sounded better than a night out in the elements.
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The next morning, she awoke and tried to find her way out. Stumbling for a good long while through the depths after her light source, a torch she had, guttered and died. Panic settling in she stumbled to the nearest wall and prayed that she was going the right way to be led out of the tunnels. Not that praying ever did much good. She hadn’t been blessed by the gods, and it seemed that if there was any intervention it was always in the form of a child picking on a small animal, throwing rocks at it. She closed her eyes, feeling foolish for keeping them open after the first ten minutes and continued to pat the walls to see where she was going, taking left turns, always left. If this truly was a labyrinthe, then she would get out eventually. She just hoped she had the supplies for it.
Brokkrid finally stumbled, eyes closed and face first, and fell a good 4 feet down into the very beginnings of an abandoned training ground, blinking against the sudden light of the sun.
Gods be damned what time was it? She looked to her left, toward the center of the training ground to find a training dummy and an older man, not much older by any stretch of the imagination, but a small amount, punishing a dummy. She wondered who put the dummy there, and why the man was practicing with it.
Getting up, she dusted herself off, letting the sand fall away from her clothes as the worry fell away from her mind. She raised a hand and waved at the slightly shorter man, “Hello! Um, is this your maze?” She asked.
She turned back the way she came and sighed, closing her eyes. Brokkrid’s fingers massaged the bridge of her nose and she started off the way she had come in, only to run into a half-bare hedge, scraping herself needlessly on the hard bark of the hedge.
“Huh?” She asked, as if the hedge would answer. She looked at the wall that was standing in her way. Was that there before? She shook herself and sighed. The small scratches had woken her up, at least. Rolling her shoulders so that her pack was more comfortable she stared at the wall, and then turned back around. There was a dead end to greet her there too, with a twist to the left that wasn’t there before.
“I must have fallen asleep on my feet again.” She said, though the pain from the microabrasions and the golden and auburn leaves in her hair suggested otherwise. Brokkrid couldn’t help but just walk the way that the maze led her. At each dead end it turned a different way, leading her further and further in until she reached a cave. She looked back and sighed, letting the cave swallow her for the night sounded better than a night out in the elements.
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The next morning, she awoke and tried to find her way out. Stumbling for a good long while through the depths after her light source, a torch she had, guttered and died. Panic settling in she stumbled to the nearest wall and prayed that she was going the right way to be led out of the tunnels. Not that praying ever did much good. She hadn’t been blessed by the gods, and it seemed that if there was any intervention it was always in the form of a child picking on a small animal, throwing rocks at it. She closed her eyes, feeling foolish for keeping them open after the first ten minutes and continued to pat the walls to see where she was going, taking left turns, always left. If this truly was a labyrinthe, then she would get out eventually. She just hoped she had the supplies for it.
Brokkrid finally stumbled, eyes closed and face first, and fell a good 4 feet down into the very beginnings of an abandoned training ground, blinking against the sudden light of the sun.
Gods be damned what time was it? She looked to her left, toward the center of the training ground to find a training dummy and an older man, not much older by any stretch of the imagination, but a small amount, punishing a dummy. She wondered who put the dummy there, and why the man was practicing with it.
Getting up, she dusted herself off, letting the sand fall away from her clothes as the worry fell away from her mind. She raised a hand and waved at the slightly shorter man, “Hello! Um, is this your maze?” She asked.
