Third chapter, yadaa, yadaa, you know the drill, so this will be the last A/C for a while! CLEARLY I don't own Labyrinth!
Please LISTEN UP, because clearly some people cannot read (Last time you'll be seeing this notice)
No, there is no direct identity for the main character/protagonist of the story. There will be no names or identities for any story I write, and that is just how I write. If you don't like it, PLEASE don't write a review saying "No real character by (x)-chapter, I'm not bothering" or other such things. That's not what I care to hear, that's not the type of feedback I want. I specified that this character is a nameless character, she doesn't receive her 'name', or rather 'title', until the end, or until you go to my page and look at the stories set with her title.
In doing so, this also gives the reader what I hope to be a feel of being able to make this character WHOMEVER they want. There are no restraints, there are no disappointing details, it's whoever you imagine it to be, you can just as easily ignore the picture, it's just a picture, a nice cover art my girlfriend made for me. This nameless, undefined character allows for the readers to get more into it, allows them to put an image, a name, a person into this role as they so desire. In some occasions, themselves I'm sure.
I can't be positive of that, but I have 35 people following it for a reason, right?
I'm sorry if other people seem to have a problem with that, in fact, if so, feel free to message me, don't put it in a review, don't give it out for everyone else to see, I'm just going to remove it. But I will happily tend to any problem the vast majority has.
If this identity thing is an issue, I will resolve it and rewrite the entire story with a real 'character'. Mmkay? I just need more than just one person saying so, in case more like it and/or don't really care.
"Go on... See for yourself..." he said, holding it before me. I looked up at him for a second, before back to the thing in his hand. At first I didn't see anything, but then I saw some blurry images of strange creatures, dancing around a fire as they dismembered and reassembled themselves. This faded to some kind of ugly troll thing swatting at... Butterflies? Wait... Those aren't butterflies. But before I could get a closer look, it faded into a tree with... Are those... Hats made out of bird heads? Oh-they're moving! It blurred out and then there was nothing there.
He moved it away a little, and began rolling the orb about with the one hand. It was rather hard not to... Watch... It was mesmerizing, the way the crystal gently drifted across his skilled hands, and flowed effortlessly with each movement... I leaned a little closer, slowly reaching my hand up. I wanted to touch it.
He must have realised, as he slowed his movements to a stop, and loosely held it in the palm of his hand. But just as I was about to touch it, it began to float away. I obliviously set my hand in his as I stepped forwards to watch the orb float off in the breeze. I moved his hand out of the way, but never actually let go as I trailed after the bubble like a lost puppy to the first person to show it affection. I became unaware of my surroundings, and even time itself as I followed it, pulling my captive along with me. When I got close enough, I reached out and touched it-causing it to pop. I stared at where it once was for a few seconds before another one drifted by in front of my face. I stupidly began to follow that one as well, but just as I reached up to touch it, a voice interrupted my trance.
"My... You really are quite cherubical.." he commented. First I tensed up. Then I noticed I was holding something. I then realized that it was a hand. Gloved, but a hand nonetheless. My eyes wandered along the slender limb and up to its owner. Oh. It was his hand. Huh.
It took a few seconds before I clued in and realised I was holding his hand. I froze-my face feeling like it was on fire. 'Oh god. Hand. Holding. Him. Here. Now. Touching. Watching. He's watching me, HE'S LOOKING AT ME-WHAT- !'
And so, I did what came naturally. I turned and fled. I had no idea where the hell I was going; all that I knew was the further the safer. Fuelled by nothing other than pure adrenaline, I ran, and ran, and ran, and ran, and holy crap, how long can I run for? It didn't help that I was afraid he was lurking around every corner. I reached a dead end, and slowed before dropping to my hands and knees, completely and utterly desperate for oxygen. Unable to support myself, I dropped to the ground and rolled onto my back, still panting. I felt like I just ran a marathon or something. ...Oh... Wait...
After what felt like forever, I finally caught my breath, and slowly pulled myself to my feet. That was brutal... Should NOT have done that... REALLYshouldn't have done that. Walking back over to the small intersection, I looked around. I had absolutely no idea where I was. The statue with the hands pointing everywhere wasn't helping. ...Or was it?
Using the pieces sticking out, I pulled myself up, though still tired out from running. I stood up and looked around for the... Ah-there it is! Hm... I can't tell if I'm closer or further away from the castle now... Looks about the same, but from a different angle...
I looked around to try and see if there was a sun or a moon or anything I could see above me that I could use to know which direction I had to be heading. Unfortunately, none of which existed. Hopping down, I stumbled a bit, but started walking towards the castle's direction. I walked for about... Oh, five? Ten minutes, maybe? ...Before a trapdoor opened up beneath me.
"WHOA!" I yelled, managing to grab onto the side. Just as I started to pull myself up, something grabbed my foot and decided that it would much rather bring me down. "AH - WHOA HEY-LET GO!"
I tried kicking my foot around, but it felt as if more things started grabbing on as well. My colourful vocabulary came in to play as I fought, trying to pull myself out. Whatever it, or they, were, it, or they, were far too strong for me... So I quickly kicked my shoe off and pulled myself out, moving away from the hole. I sat there, staring at the hole to see if this shoe monster would come out, but nothing did. So I crawled back over and looked down. With what little light from above, I could see...
"OH MY GOD, are those hands?" I exclaimed, just a little bit horrified, "My shoe!"
After a few minutes of wondering if I had any chance of getting that back, I sighed, taking my other one off and throwing it down the hole. It was useless to me now. Just wouldn't feel right wearing one shoe. I also pitched my socks down there. They're pretty much useless too. That, and I can't really climb in socks...
Deeming it clearly no longer safe to walk on the ground, I looked over to the wall and I decided that I really just wanted to get this over with, and the quickest way to do that was scale walls. It took quite a few tries before I finally managed to drag myself on top. Literally drag myself. And, of course, I managed to scrape my arm. It has only been a few hours, and I'm already drained of so much energy.
It wasn't that bad, just a scratch, really, so I ignored it, got up, and started walking again. This time, I was being careful to actually follow connecting walls. Something peeking up from the walls ahead caught my eye. It looked like an... Under developed dinosaur on a stick... With teeth... And there was more than one. Actually, there were quite a few! And they were heading my way apparently. I started jogging; hoping I could get away, but they all flooded the paths on the right side of the wall. There were only four or five of them, but still. And it turns out they were being held by little people in armour.
Two were holding their stick things in front and behind me so I couldn't really go anywhere, while the others tried swatting at my legs. Did I mention that these sticks have little dinosaurs with teeth? Because let me just say-THEY ARE NOT PLEASANT. One managed to scratch my ankle, and I flailed, losing balance. Thankfully I was falling on the side that they weren't on. Unthankfully, I WAS FALLING.
As I fell back, I braced myself for impact-tensing up and shutting my eyes tightly. But rather than falling onto the ground, I apparently fell into someone's arms. I was rather stunned that someone broke my fall, and pretty grateful, but...
"You're going to have to be a lot more careful, my dear..." he seemingly mocked, "The Labyrinth can be quite the dangerous place..."