-Uncovering the Secrets-

-Chapter 6-

Somewhere Else: Unknown PoV: 

Slowly, I walked the empty halls. It was dark and cold here, but I did not mind that. Actually, I welcomed that. Because of it, it was easier for me to get to my destination, which is the outside, unnoticed. 

There was so many doors, which left me confused. I did not know which one to take. Every door was different, and yet, it was the same. It was the same with the halls. They were wide and had different paining on the walls which were between the doors. Sometimes they had tall, wide windows on one side and on the other side, there were doors. If i had not sometimes walked those hallways, I would have started to go mad thinking that I was going in circles and would never be able to get out of this confusing, but amazing beautiful maze. 

I stopped walking when I turned right and saw that this hallway was different. It was darker in here. Barely light at all! Actually, it was totally black. If it wasn't for the torch that I was holding in my right hand, I would have not being able to see anything. 

When I brought the torch a little higher, making the light to fill the dark hallway, I saw that the hallway was smaller in width, had lesser door, and barely any paintings. 

Slowly and carefully I resumed my walking, looking carefully at any painting that I passed. The paintings were older and more beautifully drawn that anything that I had ever seen in my life. And that is saying a lot, as I did see a many, upon many paintings, most of which were in this maze. But Still, It was a lot!

One painting, however, caught my attention. While all other painting that I had seen in this maze were either of forests at night or day, of oceans, of animals, of happy people, this one was not.  Placing the torch in the torch holder, I stopped and looked at it more closer. Trying to catch every detail, every stroke, every emotion that was painted. 

The painting was of a boy standing before the dark looking forest in the night. He looked to be about six or seven and had a pained and sorrowed expression on his face. The boy had golden hair that reached passed his shoulder, but I was not able to see actually how long they were. His bangs fell farther than his chin, but they did not cover his dark ocean blue that held so much sadness in them that it almost made me cry. The boy's red lips were pressed together in a thin line. A single tear was rolling down the boy's face, leaving a wet trail behind. His face was covered in cuts that looked to be not to deep, but still, some blood was seeing coming from it. 

The boy looked to be smaller than a boy he age should be. He had a long and wide dirty shirt, which could have being once a white shirt. The shirt was slightly longer than his knees, which covered the state of the boy's body, and was ripped in some placed. The longs sleeves were also ripped and were uneven length, but thanks to that, I was able to see that the boy's hands had deep cuts on them. The cuts were mostly healed and blood no longer was coming out, but I knew, that those cuts could easily open up. The pants were short and were only slightly longer than the shirt. The boy was barefooted and his feet looked to be covered in cuts and bruises. 

I walked closer and closer. I wanted to see more of the boy's ocean colored eyes. Or rather, I wanted to see what they were hiding. When I first looked at them, I saw only sadness, but now, I see more. They held something more deeper than sadness. They held sorrow, pain, fear and most of all, they held knowledge, like of a person who lived a long life. As I continued to look at the eyes of the boy and the boy itself, I came to a conclusion: The boy is young and looks inexperienced. That is what his child like body says about him, but he was smarter and wiser than what people would give him credit for. He knew things that most people did not because he experienced them. That was what his eyes were telling.