Isabella's Point Of View
THE COLD ECHOES of silence are the only things I could hear around me. It was night time and it was dark. I could hear the sounds of crows flapping their wings for freedom while I remained trapped here in this hollow labyrinth I found myself in.
In my dreams, I was trapped, trapped in a tall maze and I couldn't find my way out. Every turn I came across met a dead end. I looked around cautiously, my blue orbs finding a silhouette figure in a black long robe and a skull mask of what looked like a goat with huge horns.
I could sense a dark aura around this unknown stranger. I stood gazing at the eyes of the mask, curious to know what was underneath.
The masked stranger started running away, I tailed behind, demanding it stop. I chased it through several turns until we made it out of the maze. The masked stranger paused, looking directly at me.
