𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 [𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭]

𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕|𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴛᴡᴏ
ғɪғᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

Don't move. Don't breathe. Don't blink. Don't speak. Don't do anything.

Izzy repeats this mantra in her head, praying the shade won't sense her presence. She doesn't know how long she's been hiding. She has no idea if Thalia made it back or not. She hopes so.

She prays she'll be able to make it back before the doors close. She has no idea what section she's in right now, or what time it is.

Then, as if Satan himself is watching her every move, the doors begin to close. Izzy's eyes widen, sucking in a harsh breath.

Shit. She knows she'll never make it in time to get back. She's stuck in the maze. For the night, until the doors open again in the morn.

She can hear faint shouting, and instinctively knows it's the icers at the entrance. But she knows she won't make it, even she skates faster then ever before.

The doors slam shut with a resounding thud, leaving only the light from above the maze to guide her.

Then as if Satan's counterpart has seen what he's brought upon, scolding his treachery, they provide a blessing, of the shade going away.

She lets out a heavy breath, one she didn't even know she was holding. She braces herself, pushing off the wall, training to regain her senses.

Her eyes wildly scan her area, taking in all the surroundings. The maze is dimly lit, only by the artificial skies. The walls are just as icy, and the snow is burrowing itself into her hair.

She's blatantly shivering, if not from the cold then from the terror. As far as she knows, no one has ever survived a night. But, then again, no one has ever been trapped in at night.

She checks her pouch, relieved she has some supplies left. But, she's not sure what good they'll do her now.

She can barely hear over the ringing in her ears. But she can feel the lurking presences everywhere.

She can see the shadows, hidden in every corner. The quiet flapping of their wings.

She needs to find somewhere to stay for the night. A place concealed from the darkest fuels of nightmares.

She begins quietly scouting out the maze, calculating how to best survive the night. It'll require speed, agility, instant reflexes, and quick thinking.

She spots an alcove, shielded from the outside, a shadow cast over the majority. She quietly scrambles over to it, sheathing herself in darkness.

She keeps her eyes peeled, for anything that could catch her off guard, or get her killed. She breathes lightly, as not to tip off any foul creatures,