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Maia's POV:

She turned to look at Simon and Alec, still sleeping. They where twitching around, yelling there loungs out. She rushed over to Simon.

"SIMON!"

She shaked him hard.

"Simon! Wake up! Wake up now!"

He kept tossing around, with his eyes closed, his mouth wide open, screaming. Maia slapped him hard in the face, hoping that it would work, but it did nothing.

"Jace" she cried.

"We have to get out of here, Maia." he looked at her with sad eyes...

"But Simon, and Alec…"

"It's like the maze… They are trapped now, and we can't help them.. I don't like it, but that's the way this place was designed..at least that's what i think so.. look, we need to trust that they can get out of it, and have faith in them. That's the only way we are able to help them now."

She nodded, and wiped away the tears that had been rolling down her cheaks. Usually, she could handle these type of situations, without bawling her eyes out. She hoped it wouldn't become a habbit.

She whispered Simon goodbye. Then she stood up, looking at both him and Alec. She hoped this wasn't the last time she would be seeing them. It had better not be.. but she couldn't think to much about it. She focused on wolf-Maia, and it all seemed to brighten up.

"Let's go.." Maia said.

Jace didn't answer. He just turned his back from the situation, and walked away, into the dark forest. Maia followed him, careful not to look back at Alec and Simon. She hoped she wouldn't regret what she was doing now. She really, solemly, did.

Alec POV:

He was falling. In what appeared to be, a big white room, that lasted forever, from what he could se. Then, down ahead, he spotted something black. That had to mean, that he should get ready for a serious impact, or worse;

Death.

He wasn't really scared, because something told him, that he wouldn't die from the long fall, even though it easily would be able to kill him. There was something much worse down there. He started trying to twist his body, into a better position to land in. As he fell, he came closer and closer to the black spot. He was about 20 meteres from the ground now.

15.

His heart was pounding.

10.

Sweat was running down his face, making his eyes water, as it hit them.

5.

He hoped he had lived his life satisfying enough.

3.

Magnus.

2.

He was going to create contact with the floor any second now.

SLAM!

He hit the floor, with such power, that the marble floor cracked. But he didn't feel any pain. Actually, he didn't really feel anything. He had forgotten where he even was as soon as he hit the floor.. He tried to surch his brain, for some explanation, or some memory, that would give him the information he needed. But he discovered there was nothing to pull from. Nothing. He looked around, still sitting were he had landed. There were only two wayes out:

From where he came. He looked up into what seemed, internal white. He had been falling down a long square formed hole. No way he could get up that way. And then the more obvious one;

The white- and black marble corridor.

He didn't know why he was so hesistant to take the corridor, but his stomach was giving him this feeling, that it would be a very bad idea to do that.

He ignored all his instincts, screaming at him, that he should stay. Stay hidden and safe. He got out, perfectly well. The fall had not affected him at all. Then he sucked in a deep breath, and stepped into the corridor. A few steps in, he heard a wierd rumbling sound, from behind. The walls were closing the doorway to the white room. No way back now. He turned around, and sped up, not knowing what to exspect.

Magnus POV:

It felt like days now. They had been walking forever. First in high spirits, but they were slowly, very slowly, loosing the will to fight. Neither of them mentioned it. It stayed as an unspoken truth, hanging in the air between them; they where slowly giving up hope.

The sun baked over them, from a grey sky, making the weather foggy and boiling hot. Magnus had first wondered that Shadowland had a sun, but he had accepted it, a long time ago.(probably just about two minutes ago, but everything seemed to drag out her!)

He forced his feet to move, dragging them over the dry earth. He took a glance at Issabelle. He concluded she looked like he was feeling;

Bad.

The whole situation looked very bad… He hoped the others were doing better, where ever they where…