The Unsolved Mystery #Wattys2019

Chapter Twenty Three - Stairs

"Oh, my sweet summer child," Old Nan said quietly, "what do you know of fear?
Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet
deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long
night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children
are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and
hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods"
― George R.R. Martin

Amayraah's POV

Amayraah sat up straight as the Roman Clock showed 00:30am. My darling, it's time to escape. Amayraah put the pillows in vertical line and covered them with a duvet. Her this tactic was old, she has sneaked out of her house, using this trick, many a times. Mastered in her art, without making any noise, she opened the door and walked out. Her eyes wandered around as she slowly closed the door behind her and approached the stairs.

The dim lights of the castle was making it easy for her. She climbed the stairs, keeping every step carefully without making noise.

She climbed one more floor above, on this floor she had found about Alice and George. She climbed more, the lights went off as she fastened her pace. Amayraah opened her bag and removed the torch and maps. The only sound she was hearing was of her steps. One more floor Amayraah, that's it. Come one. She started the torch and climbed one more floor above. Her one hand had map and the other had torch. She walked towards the right direction as it was mentioned in the map. The corridor, was unbelievably long distance and the end of it was not even visible in the dark. God is this even ending?

Amayraah glanced again on the map to assure if she was walking in the right direction. There was a small door of emergency exit, in her left direction according to the map. Soon after walking miles, she found the end of wall and near it there was a small door.

Finally. Amayraah opened it easily but the smile didn't last on Amayraah's face. Jeez, why on earth this creature is here? Spider, Amayraah hated spiders and so did Jasmine. The creepy creature always gave bad vibes.

And there was not one spider, but ten or probably more of them and the size of them was double of her thumb. Gawdd!

Amayraah gave a dirty look and removed the cobwebs at entrance with her torch. In her torch light she saw the place was small, and she had to bend her head and walk. She was met with stairs again, this time it was spiral staircase. Who even has created this place? Amayraah failed to understand the obsession of stairs, the architect had.

She started mumbling the number of steps she was climbing down. 1, 2, 3, 4 ,5, 6, 7, 8, 9... Holy freak why even they are not ending? She frowned for the umpteenth time as she met the spiders. The place was strangely odd. All it had was wall, spiral stairs and spiders. Amayraah was alarmed, what if I was walking down in the third world.

Is this something real or someone is playing with me? Her pace slowed, as her brain realized. Her heart throbbed wildly as sweat piled on her forehead. Should I go back?

No Amayraah, Let's go! This has to end. You can't go back. You have to do this!

The stairs of exit appeared like the stairs of hell, never ending. She had bathed in sweat, her throat longed for water. With each step Amayraah felt closer to death. She didn't had strength to climb and go up back in palace. She felt fatigued. Her head has started spinning, staring the spiral staircase. Amayraah's body gave up, she was finding difficulty in breathing, she sat on the stair, her head spinning still. She turned off the torch as she kept her bag aside. She touched her lucky locket in neck. Amayraah closed her eyes, as she took support of the wall regretting her decision to believe Victoria.

I will be honest like every time or at least most of the time
I do not even know where to start or begin

I rather to say I do not know where this journey would end
The graveyard or the warm heaven's arms

I still do not know if I want to fight and hold my weapon high
I am still wounded from some of previous fights

I am currently kneeling with my sword exhausted and tired
On my knees scarred because of battles only god knows

I've a feeling that I want to stand up with my sword raised up high
Turning obstacles and differences into triumphs

What a strange feeling I get when we are even a little apart
A feeling that motivates me to pick this novel fight

Not sure if I'm trying to build a one-sided bridge between hearts
A bridge with destination of nothing but a pool of fire

Everyday I wish for hints, clues or whatever helps
I just need to know that this is not just a vacation's play, cause I'll pay

There will be no hurt feelings every journey has it own lessons
Things that need to be known in the beginning of every such journey.

- (Need to Know, Hello poetry.com).

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