The Maze
You follow the sound of presumably Peter's voice, twisting left and right through the path. You see Peter, and as Wendy said, he sure does seem to like the colour blue.
"Oh hey Wendy! Who's this?" the twelve-year old boy asks.
"Found 'em walking about, now let's get out of this creepy maze!" She says, not bothering with the formalities.
Nodding, you say, "Yeah, let's get out."
You look up at the sky, the clouds bunching together to make the maze seem ominous again. The leaves and branches seem to turn into arms, reaching out to you. Shuddering, you continue through the path with Peter and Wendy following behind you, and again, there's a fork in the path.
"Oh hey Wendy! Who's this?" the twelve-year old boy asks.
"Found 'em walking about, now let's get out of this creepy maze!" She says, not bothering with the formalities.
Nodding, you say, "Yeah, let's get out."
You look up at the sky, the clouds bunching together to make the maze seem ominous again. The leaves and branches seem to turn into arms, reaching out to you. Shuddering, you continue through the path with Peter and Wendy following behind you, and again, there's a fork in the path.