"H—Hurry… we have to make it to the door before it clo…"
Boom!
"W—WHY!" The boy screams as he yanks on the horns attached to his head. "Not again. This always happens." He turns to her. "I asked you to stop falling, didn't I? Its cause of you we keep missing these easy exits and end up going the hard way."
Her building disappointment finally unveils as tears reluctantly shatter across the floor.
"Don't cry. I'm sorry… Really, I am." He looks around the structure. "Let's just figure out how to get out of here."
His eyes wince as the pain from his journey begins to overtake his body. His legs tremble from all of the jumping and running for the past three hours. The agonizing spasms of his arms give him flashbacks of scaling walls, climbing platforms, hanging from ledges, and sword fighting specters. He could fall over any moment and happily rest, but something keeps pushing him forward.
The girl on the other hand seems to have been pleasantly sightseeing the entire time. He can't help but wonder why he even brought her along if she wasn't planning on assisting him. She hadn't even said one word since they met this morning. Feeling that things had to change, he grins devilishly as the path to the other side of the door manifests before his eyes.
"Okay, look. I don't want to hog all of the glory for this trip. I mean it feels good to be a hero and everything, but I feel like I shouldn't be the only one. I realized that I was being selfish. I am willing to share." He pauses for a moment, allowing his words to show his modesty. "I just happened to see that in order to get out of here; one of us has to climb that ladder all the way up to that narrow ledge, then walk across the ledge without falling. You can see that at the end of the ledge is a rope that is connected to that huge block. Cut the rope so the block can fall to the ground. Come back down then pull the block to this wall and under this other rope. Then, whoever is doing this has to climb up the block, reach for the rope, and scale over the wall. The rope should be connected to the opposite wall on the other side of the door. Now, the person who is over there will either see a block to step on or will have to find a flame to light candles on each side of the door. One of these things will open the door for the tired person on this side to thankfully come through, worshipping the other for their heroic deeds."
He watches her as she continues observing the difficult path. "Owww!" he yells. "My legs, my back, my arms, and… and my… my flexor digitorum superficialis tendons… they all hurt." A loud thud resonates through the room from his dramatic fall to the floor. "I don't think I'll be able to do anything for a while." He hides his smirk, feeling confident that this little deceptive act will make her at least try to do what he has been doing all morning.
Instead, she maintains her ditzy gaze on him which over the past few hours he has grown to hate. He watches furiously as she wilts to the floor, brushes off her clean white dress then stares at him with the emptiest expression.
"F—Fine," he mutters between his teeth. "If that's what you're going to do then great. I'll do all the hard work while you rest peacefully like you always do." He storms to the ladder, stomping hard as he climbs up. His anger keeps him from looking back. But if he did, he might catch the clever smirk spread across her face.