Chapter 2: Kcaxprit

White. It was all White. The entire room in which he occupied was so white. Not to say it was plain however for it was very beautifully decorated. It had a marble floor which reflected everything above it. The walls had monochrome sculptures of fair roses with ornate wings flanking it. To add to the room's splendor every object seemed to glow with its own brilliance giving the room a fuzzy appearance. In fact it was all so remarkable that it seemed to be in a world of its own on that had never known filth, grime, or even dust.

Until now.

He stood in the very center of the room in his black robe. It enveloped his entire being. The hood was above his head. The rest fit tightly around his chest, abdomen, and arms and the zipper that held it together was zipped all the way up giving it a streamline feeling. Right after his hip the cloak seemed to wave out and despite the stillness of the room flapped as though in a soft breeze. When it blew back it revealed his boots which held the ground with such a force but were so light it was as if made of air. Around his neck hung a silver chain along with the drawstrings to his hood which was silver as well. However, even though his hood shadowed his face barring any who might have looked at him from seeing his face it, was unable to stop the light of the room from piecing it. It stung his eyes, forcing him to keep them closed. It separated him from the illumination of the room, but cast him into the world inside himself which was darker than his robes. A torrent of almost-memories and empty emotions filled him. In his ever dimming memories he saw pain, suffering, and death. Curiously he did not feel remorse sorrow or grief for any of them. They just were, like the white room around him he was indifferent to any of these visions. He remained motionless for the duration of what seemed a lifetime. Then heaving a tremendous sigh, he stretched his hands to the ceiling, inhaled a massive amount of air and let out a single "HA." He listened to it echo throughout the room, as it slowly faded away he dropped his hands and began to walk straight. "Well its time to figure out where the hell I am." He said aloud.

He marched out the room till he reached a hallway. One way went left the other went right. He turned right to find a door was down the hall. Briskly walking he found himself in front of the door in no time pushed it open to discover that the door contained, a room just like the one he started in. "HA-HA" he exclaimed. He spun around and continued down the left side of the corridor. After a while another door exactly like the one he had previously opened. Not even slowing down he lifted his leg and kicked to door open. As he crossed the threshold he let out another boom of staccato laughter. Not turning back this time he ventured through the room to find another hallway with this time left, right, and straight presented themselves. Not stopping to tarry he continued down the straight path increasing the speed of his steps. Only to be confronted by the same door with a duplicate of the other rooms. Growling he spun quickly turning right to find only the same door with the same room. Going left he found the room identical. Stamping his foot he uttered another louder growl, turning down the straight path he found another hall and…

This continued for quite a while as his frustration built up until he was sprinting down hallways and when he found every room like the first he let out a deafening shout. After what seemed to be the hundredth door he could take it no more and collapsed on the floor. Sweat dotted his brow, gathering himself he sat cross-legged in a room he was sure was the one he had occupied at his"arrival." Trying to distract himself from his predicament his thoughts drifted to how easy it was to move in his robe. Though it was tight fitting it moved as though a part of him, not to mention it breathed wonderfully and didn't stick to his sweaty skin. He removed his hood to reveal his ashen hair. The sweat had soaked his it but even wet it retained a certain un-natural spikiness. He shook his head showering the surrounding ground with droplets of sweat. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back letting out an exasperated sigh as he tried to calm down. "If I didn't know better," he exhaled "I'd say I was running in goddanm circles." His slowly opened his eyes and gasped. In front of him appeared a door unlike the others. It was preceded by a small set of stairs and its frame was decked with a bouquet of marble flowers and it had double doors twice his height. Little by little he got up and began to step towards the doors, as if pushed by his curiosity made tangible. As he approached the light revealed an engraving on the center of the doors…

Castle Oblivion

"Castle Oblivion huh." he thought "Well I'm glad this maze has a name" he breathed. He put one hand on the door and felt a surge of energy. It conveyed strength, knowledge, and most of all terror. Then like a marionette on strings lifted his other hand a pushed on both doors. Beyond them was a hall with benches all along the side with white banners hanging across the top. On one of the benches nearest to him was another figure, swathed in black, lying on the bench. Though the door made no noise in its opening it seemed to rouse the figure. Rubbing his eyes from on the inside his hood he gave what seemed to be a long awaited yawn. After this display the stranger looked straight at the newcomer and said fumbling with his words "Oh! K-K-Kcaxprit you're h-here. We better hurry or we are going to be late."