Letters from the Labyrinth

Prologue

Dear No One,

I am currently writing this letter to you at 3:47 in the morning. I couldn't sleep again, so, as it seems to have become a habit, I am writing a letter instead. It's so quiet I can hear nothing but my quill scratching against the parchment and the crackling of the fire in the hearth. It's quite peaceful.

I heard Her voice again. Do you remember me mentioning her? I'm sure I must have at some point. The faerie that cursed me. I haven't heard her in some time. I know she's not actually near, though. I fear I've gone mad, having been locked up in the Labyrinth for so long. It's starting to play tricks on me. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if I was insane.

It's so empty here, so cold and lonely. I don't have many people to talk to here. Occasionally, I'll talk with the staff, but they aren't much use when it comes to casual conversation. Though, I do think these letters have played a part in keeping me sane all this time. At least, I assume I'm still a little bit sane. No one's told me otherwise.

On a much darker note, I'm almost there. Only three months left. This sounds morbid, I know, but I've been trapped in here so long I hardly care. I have three months left until I am free. Well, sort of free. Three months left until I die, that is. At least, according to the curse. That's ninety days. After that ninety days, the deadline will have passed and I will be killed. You don't know how long I've looked forward to that day.

Anyway, I've been sitting here so long, thinking of something to write, that the sun has started rising. Soon, Mrs. Wick will be in to call me down to breakfast like she has done every morning for as long as I can remember. As always, I will write another letter tomorrow. So, until tomorrow.

Yours Truly,

Azriel

He read the letter over once and then again. Finding himself satisfied, he folded it neatly and placed it in an envelope. He, then, closed the envelope containing the letter, picked up a stick of wax and a candle and held them over the crease. He watched the wax melt, falling like drops of blood onto the white surface below. He picked up the stamp and branded his seal in crimson onto the surface of the envelope. Once that was done, he picked it up, looked at it carefully for a moment, and then, without any hesitation, he tossed it into the fire.

He watched as the fire consumed the letter, watched it crumble to ash. When he was sure that the letter was no more, he turned back to his desk, ignoring the familiar empty feeling inside him, knowing that the letter would be read by no one, reminding him that he was completely, utterly alone.

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Hey guys! This is my new story, Letters from the Labyrinth! I hope you like it so far! At this point, I'm not sure when I'll be able to post so there isn't a schedule or anything. Though, I'm more likely to post on a Friday or Saturday. I'll try to post a chapter at least once a week.

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