Your… path has been chosen.

Still very unaware of your surroundings, but knowing you for certain don’t trust the steps, you turn right. For an instant, there is a flash. A woman stands in your path, unrecognized by most. “Mother? Iss that you?”

Arika goes forward, but never letting go of Berin’s hand who stood close behind her. Her mother gets closer. “Arika… my child.” Her voice raspy and strained. Arika was hesitant, she knew this was not her mother, but having never said goodbye she braved the chance to tie loose ends. She closes in on her mother, who appears to look back endearingly. Berin is hesitant but allows Arika this moment, never letting his attention waiver.

Once Arika’s close enough, her mother figure places her hands on Arika’s shoulder, pulling herself close. Her facial features reveal a twisted version of who was once long ago a caring mother, quickly deteriorating as if her skin was melting. “Arika! Arika!!” It kept repeating, the viperous beauty frozen in place, terrorized by the vision in front of her. Despite it all, it brought back those last moments they used to live together. Tears streaming down her face Arika uttered out “I’m ssorry life dealt you those cardss, mother.”

What now looked like a shriveled-up monster, shrieked loudly and pounced at Arika, who flinched back at the nightmarish sight. Berin didn’t waste time though, he swung at the thing with all his might, his punch landing on a hard surface with a thundering sound. The vision evaporated it seemed, Berinhard was now preoccupied with his beloved, but you notice that there’s a crack on the wall. Could it be a way out?

Or a way into another maze?