𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 [𝘮𝘢𝘻𝘦 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘭]

𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏|𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

ʏᴇᴀʀ ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ ғɪᴠᴇ ᴛᴡᴏ
ᴛʜʀᴇᴇ ᴅᴀʏs ʟᴀᴛᴇʀ

"This will be the most important maze run of our lives. This could determine if we're ever getting out of here."

"We'll be split up in pairs, to make sure no one is left alone. If you get separated from your partner, find them if possible."

"Pair up!"

"Freya and Luna, you're on Sector A."

"Sophia and Quinn, Sector B."

"Maeve and Kira, Sector C."

"Cora, you're with me on Sector D."

The group disperses, slinging on gear, and lacing up skates. Sector B group is the first to go, having started preparing as soon as their names were called.

The others quickly divide and conquer, gliding in seperate directions.

The maze changes everyday, which makes everything more complicated, meaning the have to update the maps every single day, when a new section appears.

The shades has no problem coming out at day, which makes it more difficult, because in broad daylight, the icers are more visible.

So, they attempt to not draw tons of attention to themselves, but sometimes that proves to be more difficult then imagined.

The shrill cries of the winged creatures can be heard upstairs, threading it's way into their nerves.

There is no time for any breaks, not now, not today. Today is too important, today could determine whether there really is a way out.

The only sounds that can be heard is the scraping of the ice, and the heavy breathing of the others.

Slide. Grip. Slip. Glide. Scrape. Skate. Repeat in that order. A systematic message, ingrained in stone, in the minds of many.

Always gliding, chunks of ice pelting their limbs, but they must keep going, for if they do not, they shall most likely perish.

They must avoid the grip of the wretched winged creatures, always swooping in to try to capture them, possibly make them the next meal.

It's as if they feed off the fearsome, tracking them through the walls, coming upon them when least expected.

The glistening fangs protruding from the corners of their salivating mouths, threating to drop gooey sludge over whoever is in the proximity.