Wintersmoon

Chapter 14- The Labryinth

Previously
   I gave her a small smile, glare still residing on Shæyn. He huffed and stormed out of the room in a tantrum.
What was wrong with him? I thought to myself. Anger was boiling up inside of me, threatening to spill and release the storm of the century.
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    Sadly, against my subconscious' will, I kept it below, residing until the time was right. I didn't believe or want to spill my anger, because the consequences were lethal. Sometimes, I could be like a whirlwind of fear, dread, anger and love.
There was something about me that others never had, something different. I didn't act like others. I had my ways of dealing with things. Instead of screaming and shouting, I let it bubble and brew beneath the surface and then the next day or after the argument it'd be gone and I wouldn't be angry anymore. I didn't know how it happened or where I let off the steam but it was always gone and I was content with it.

    I made my way through the never-ending corridors. It was a labyrinth designed to make me feel small and puny and to get me lost. It was designed to trap me.
    I gave up trying to find the stairs again and lent my elbow on a statue protruding from the wall. It was a gargoyle with a mischievous cackle imprinted upon its marble face. The little wings hung from its side as if it were about to take flight and circle above me, it would've easily turned me around to run away, to run far away. The stone mason had to have been impeccable at his art because every tiny detail was done perfectly. The claws had ridges and the teeth were sharp and point, one was broken and another had a slight chip. If i saw a painting of it, I would probably believe that it was based on a real thing. However, nothing could be so beautifully terrifying.
     I traced its claws with my fingers, feeling the bumps and the ridges, almost like miniature valleys. It was stunning.
    I jumped back. In front of me stood a figure. It was the same man as last time. He stood almighty, his gold armour reflected the small rays of sunlight pouring through the arched windows high above us. My ancestor looked at the wall, tracing his finger over the gargoyle's claw just like I had. He traced the surface and then reached his hand under the jutting-out ridge, like a mantlepiece over a fire, that shadowed the pedestal it stood on and fiddled underneath it.
    I nodded to myself, it was just a memory. I didn't need to be so on edge all the time. The palace was different, on the stone walls that were usually hard hung luxurious paintings and tapestries depicting all kinds of events.
    There was a bright red one where a dragon was saving a lady, whom I assumed to be a princess, from a hoard of blood thirsty men in Black. Another had a bunch of tall slender figures wearing greens and blues and pastel colours. They held bows and arrows in their perfect porcelain hands. They were charging after what looked to be a hairless gorilla with a man in its grasp.
     I turned back around to survey the man. He'd gone.
    Stepping forward, I gasped at the wall. He'd disappeared from view in plain sight. I couldn't get it passed my mind, how had it happened? One second he was there and the next he was gone! Vanishing into thin air.
    I retreated backwards when a voice spoke to me in a dreary and dull tone out of nowhere.
    "He didn't just disappear, although I wish I could, he's gone below."
****A/N****
Lmao, who the man at the end. By the way, the characters are all based on my friends so all I'm going to say is to Madeline: this one's yours!
Xoxo, MissManic