Puppet and the Puppeteer
She turned a corner only to be faced with another dead end. Screaming in frustration as she turns around, the setting around her changes. No longer is she in the cold, damp and mossy hallway of the labyrinth, she is now in a candle lit ballroom. The ballroom isn't large nor is it small. There are no doors leading into the ballroom, only elevated archways. She tries to remove one of the candles from its holder to no avail. Sighing in defeat she tries to see what lies beyond the archways with the flickering light. She doesn't see him watching her.
([ Hi! This is my first go at fanfiction. There will be more to this story that has to make its way from my mind to my fingers, but that should be a short process. Thanks for reading and leave a comment if you can! Hope you enjoyed :) ])
