Authors note: Well, the last chapter was interesting, was it not? Here is the next chapter. I sincerely hope everyone enjoys it. Please review, for the hundredth time.

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Chapter 35

Accordance

A gust of cold wind hit my skin like a wrecking ball, making me shiver in the clothes I wore, though when I looked down I found that I wasn't wearing much clothes. I wore a tight white shirt with thin straps, the bottom of the shirt came up just above my belly button, with a white pair of taut shorts that didn't even cover half of my thighs. I wore no shoes and my black hair hung loose, surrounding my shoulders and providing coverage for my back. I couldn't deny that I felt utterly and completely uncomfortable in these clothing. I felt exposed and naked, even though I knew I wasn't. I didn't concentrate on the very many scars I had on my body, instead I looked up and tried to figure out where I was.

I was surrounded by darkness, but I could see that up ahead was a light beckoning me toward it. As I took a step forward I felt something strange beneath me. It almost felt like glue mixed with something slippery and thick. The weirdest part of the mixture was that it almost felt unreal, as if I was walking on something that would never hold my weight, like clouds. It worried me that I couldn't see what I was stepping on and the feeling that my stomach was floating inside of my body made me feel sick. I took another step and heard the ground make a sound. Suddenly sounds were all around me, horrible sounds. Screeching, squealing and screaming. I brought my hands up to my ears in panic and started running, the ground moving beneath me. It felt like I was going to fall through it and get stuck in the slippery thick glue.

I felt something begin to slither up my back and it was not my hair. It felt slimy and uncomfortably hot. I felt my speed pick up to the point where my body was moving faster than my feet were, to the point where I was almost falling. My heart was racing, beating in my ears loudly, however not loud enough to block out the high pitched noises. My breathing was fast and heavy, my lungs and throat aching, my legs begging me to stop and my heartbeat was frantic. I moved closer to the light and was relieved when the noises began to fade away, the slimy glue disappearing and the hot slim pulling itself away from my body. I moved into the light and stopped running, feeling myself relax slightly, my breathing slow.

I looked around and found myself confused and uncomfortable. The light was coming from hundreds of mirrors. I looked back to the darkness, only to be dismayed in find that I had lost it; I was lost in a maze of mirrors. Everywhere I looked I could see myself and in myself I could see my parents. My long black hair, my big grey and blue eyes, my full lips and strong features, even the strong and fit build of my body reminded me of my parents. I felt myself becoming claustrophobic. I hadn't even known before that I suffered from claustrophobia. Maybe that's because I was never actually in an enclosed space, and that's probably why I was claustrophobic.

I began running; everywhere I looked I could see the panic of my face. I felt frantic, hysterical to get out from this maze. Suddenly all of the mirrors around me started shattering, the glass flying toward me as the mirror broke. I brought my hands to my ears, covering my face with my elbows. As I continued running I could feel the glass beneath my feet cutting tearing and planting themselves into my skin. I didn't really care about the sharp waves of pain I felt from my feet and other places in my body, I just had to get out of the maze. I had no idea where I was going, I could hardly see as a cause to all of the flying glass. I couldn't even hear the crunch of my feet stepping onto the glass, the shattering was much louder and it wouldn't stop. My breathing was so heavy and so quick that I could feel it make my throat raw and make my lungs burn.

I couldn't even see it when I left the maze, it happened too quickly. The absence of ground beneath my feet told my stomach that I was about to fall before my brain even comprehended it. I was falling into darkness, but as I looked in front of me I could see traces of a cliff on the other side and I was falling toward it, my sprint obviously causing some good. I shot my hand out and caught the edge, the rest of my body slamming against the rocks with a loud crunch. There was no longer the sound of glass shattering in my ears, rather an eerie silence. My arm protested as it was the only one holding my weight. I brought my other hand up to take hold of the edge and began pulling myself up. There was no place in the rock for me to hook my feet and pull myself up, but it was instinct to look for a place that my foot to stay instead of dangle. My muscles screamed at me, they worked hard to pull the rest of my body up. I found a place on the rock where my foot might be able to stay and used it to push myself up, but my foot slipped, my knee crashing into the rock. I felt the skin tear and the bone break.

My other hand came loose and I was again dangling on one hand. I looked down unintentionally and felt dizzy at the immense height of the cliff. I couldn't even see the ground; all I saw was darkness and more darkness. I felt light headed and dizzy, I felt sick. I closed my eyes and looked up, bringing my other hand back to the edge, trying to ignore the stinging pain of my leg. I began pulling myself up again, my muscles tired and protesting. I was half way up, about to swing my leg over when the ground of the cliff began cracking and broke from under my hand. My face hit the ground hard as gravity affected my body. For the third time I was only hanging from one hand, this time however I had a broken nose, a torn lip, a hell of a headache and a broken leg. I wanted to yell out in frustration.

I felt my other hand enter into a spasm and screamed when it slipped from the rock. I began falling, my stomach felt like it was about to come out of my throat, when I felt my arms begin grabbed by two hands. I looked up, my eyes mixed with tears and blood to see two figures standing on the cliff. They pulled me up and laid my down on the ground, my legs to weak to stand, not to mention my cut feet and broken knee. I wiped the blood and tears away to see the two figures clearly and felt my heart jump when I saw that it was my parents. I scrambled to get up but they kept me down telling me that I needed to lie down. I looked up at them in confusion and in happiness. I asked them what they were doing here.

"You need us Elisabeth Rose. Agree to what Aliana is asking for. Without us you will perish, just like you would have done if we weren't there to save you from falling." They said in unison.

I woke up with a gasp, my throat burning and raw just as it was in the dream. I felt relieved that it was only a dream, but what my parents had said to me stuck like glue and sunk into my skin until it reached the core of my brain and my bones. My body was covered in cold sweat and I realised that it was night and that we were no longer anywhere near trees. I looked around and found Aliana sitting gracefully with her back turned toward me. She wore a red dress and I wondered how she managed to get her hands on all of these dresses. I looked down at myself and was relieved to find that my leg wasn't broken, my feet were not cut and bleeding and my nose was not broken nor was my lip torn.

Getting up, I felt stiffness over my body, but ignored it as I made my way over to where Aliana sat. She didn't look up to see me when I came to her, she didn't even open her eyes.

"Have a nice two days of sleep?" She didn't wait for my response before she added. "We'll be at the top of the mountain by tomorrow afternoon."

"I wanted to talk to you about something." She was just as surprised as I was to hear that sentence coming from my mouth. She looked up at me, her misty green eyes showing clearly even in the darkness. I took a seat next to her, she waited patiently for what I was about it say next.

"I believe that you are going to raise my parents. I agree to be apart of the ritual."

Authors note: The suspense …