[What had started out as a confusing situation in which she'd woken up off to the side of a grassy, tree-lined pathway as opposed to her warm, comfortable bed was rapidly devolving into a total shitstorm. For days now, Euterpe had been walking around, possibly in circles, wishing she could find an exit. Or a Starbucks, since she was certain this was all a messed-up dream and she just needed a healthy dose of caffeine via an iced mocha latte to wake up. Except the part where she was wearing her high school track team tee, a pair of running shorts -- what she wore to bed -- and was currently wondering if she should start sleeping in sneakers.
After accidentally stubbing her toe on an exposed root, she plopped down on the grass to bandage up the bleeding digit using a strip of cloth she cut off the bottom of her shirt, taking a moment to check her compass to see if she'd made any progress. The maze seemed neverending, and she was getting frustrated. Standing, Euterpe dusted herself off, and attempted to climb the hedge wall. That's when she noticed the shadow.
A wary glance over her shoulder confirmed her suspicions; someone was standing there and he did not
look friendly. Especially not when he had weapons far better than her flimsy knife. It took her two seconds to decide to start running, but those two seconds felt far longer to her. In the end, she wasn't exactly sure what made Utukku stop chasing her, but as she collapsed in a panting heap behind a column she was thankful he did.]Note to self; when we get out of here, write a thank you note to Coach Gallivan to thank him for encouraging you to take up track. Also, get that ankle looked at, since it's probably not supposed to pop like that when you're running.
Damn, that hurts. If I keep getting scraped up and needing bandages I'll be down to a half-shirt before we get out of here.
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