The Labyrinth *editing*

Chapter 28

Alrighty then...I'm getting tired of this book and I just want it done! So, with that said, I'm going to try and finish it off-- BUT I will keep an eye on the quality rather than quantity. It will be tricky between getting it done but keeping it good....Wish me luck peeps!

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Ariande sat up, panic and fear glazing her eyes. She jumped to her feet and grabbed both of our hands, holding them fast. Ariadne then raced off further into the garden, carrying us along with her.

"Whoa! Where are you going?" Theseus cried.

"You mean where are we going!" Ariadne corrected as she ran away from the palace as fast as she could; but not answering the question. I knew she was attempting to run away with us, to a place where we might be safe.

I looked back over my shoulder and screamed. Two men, soldeirs by the looks of it, had emerged from the palace door and were looking for something. Us. I willed myself to turn away from the, and focus on escaping with the princess and Theseus. The moment was finally here-- the moment when The Labyrinth was close. It seemed real all of the sudden now that we were literally running for our lives. Before, the Labyrinth had seemed unreak, and I had successfully convinced myself that we would survive. But I came back down to earth with that, and was left with a feeling of panic and terror.

And so we ran. As fast as we could. That’s all I remember. I didn’t know where either. The only thing that led me was Ariadne’s pale, cold hand. She had her mouth open in a silent scream, for fear of losing us to The Labyrinth. I became vaguely aware of somebody chasing us, but I dared not look back.

            It was riveting in a horrible way. We weaved through the garden with the soldiers in hot pursuit. I felt like it was in a nightmare; however it did not include the unreal quality. This was real all right. Once again I found myself running from the law, but this time I had a Cretan on my side.

            The footsteps behind me of our pursuers became closer, and more furious, until finally, after only a few seconds of running, I felt a pair of hands close around my arm. With that, I knew my life was over. I screeched and kicked, but the grip was like that of iron.

            “NOOO!!” I screamed as I was lifted into the air by the two hands. Ariadne had tripped and was sprawled out on the ground while Theseus was being tackled to the dust by a burly soldier. The soldiers’ faces were impassive and stony as they tied my hands together and gagged me. I tried to squirm out of his grip but my efforts were fruitless.

            The next few moments were a blur of chaos for me. I felt death creeping up on me as they dragged me into the palace heartlessly.

            “No! Please let me go! I’m too young to die!” I cried hysterically. They remained like a brick wall—forbidding and impassive.

            Ariadne was behind me begging for our lives as well. “I demand you drop them right now! Please! They can’t die!” she sobbed. Again, the soldiers seemed not to notice her desperate pleas. 

            The brought us, kicking and crying, into the palace dining room and set us down in the middle of the room where all other Athenians were been rounded up. Some looked worried, as if they knew what was coming up, while others looked merely curious.

            There, once we were all accounted for, we were marched away from the Great Dining Hall, leaving a sobbing Ariadne behind us, crumpled on the ground without any trace of hope left in her.