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The maze continues to respond to me, but I’m no longer lost in wonder; I’m focused, determined to find our way out.
M’ijel stays close, watching over me with a protective gaze.
M’ijel
We stand before a hedge that seems to defy natural laws, its leaves a peculiar shade of pink. I’m on high alert, my senses honed to detect any hint of danger, especially from the other males lurking in the maze.
This environment, where the benign can quickly turn malevolent, has honed my protective instincts to a razor’s edge.
Zoey approaches the hedge, and to my surprise, the branches and leaves begin to extend towards her, as if beckoning.
My immediate reaction is defensive; I reach out and bat the tendrils away, wary of the potential threat they pose. The maze has been a relentless teacher in the art of distrust.
The hedge, persistent in its efforts, reaches out again. This time, Zoey stops me with a raised hand and a calm voice. “It’s okay,” she says, her tone imbued with a confidence that had not been there before the vision. “I think it’s supposed to touch me.”
I’m torn between my protective instincts and her assurance. With hesitation, I allow the vines to gently wrap around her arms. My heart pounds with a mix of fear and apprehensionas the hedge seems to embrace her, pulling her into its fold. Every muscle in my body tenses, ready to spring into action at the slightest sign of danger.
But Zoey’s expression remains serene, a nod from her reassuring me that this is part of the path she’s been drawn to follow. Trusting her judgment, I step back, but remain vigilant, prepared to intervene at a moment’s notice.
The hedge enfolds her completely, its pink petals closing around her, and she disappears from my sight. A sense of isolation washes over me, leaving me alone and unsure in the midst of this alien labyrinth.
I remind myself to trust in Zoey’s vision, in her understanding of this mysterious guiding force. Seconds stretch into minutes and there’s still no sign of her.
Growing concerned, I say, “Zoey?”
Amid the eerie stillness, my calls for Zoey echo unanswered, setting off a wave of panic.
“Zoey?” I shout, the edge of fear in my voice unmistakable.
Yet, still, she remains silent.
A sense of desperation grips me as I reach into the hedge, my hands searching blindly, only to encounter the gentle resistance of petals.
The petals’ touch triggers a transformation within me. My scales begin to give way to a rapidly spreading fur, igniting a familiar surge of primal rage, a beastly anger I’ve tirelessly battled to keep at bay.
With Zoey’s distance, the curse begins to steal over my body once more. I am becoming the beast again.
Fighting against the engulfing vines, I exert every ounce of my strength, but the hedge’s grip is formidable, unyielding.
Suddenly, Zoey’s voice pierces through the chaos, calm and steadying. “Relax,” she advises, her words resonating with a comforting assurance.
“Zoey? Is that you?”
In this place, it could be a vile trick played by the Malquarans.
“It’s me,” her voice says calmly. “I’m on the other side of the hedge. Let it consume you.”
I relent, hesitantly ceasing my struggle, allowing the hedge to envelop me completely. Surrendering control is a formidable challenge, but Zoey’s reassuring presence somehow makes it possible.
The hedge is dense, almost stifling, as it pulls me within its endless cascade of petals and vines.
When light finally breaks through, I emerge to find Zoey waiting for me. A wave of immense relief washes over me, and I instinctively pull her into an embrace. I’m vaguely aware that my true form is already beginning to return, my scales reasserting themselves.
In this embrace, I realize I never want to be separated from Zoey again. Her scent, the sensation of her body pressed against mine, her warmth, and the gentle contours of her figure — all are overwhelmingly intoxicating.
It’s a connection that transcends physicality, a comfort found in the arms of someone so fundamentally human, yet so inherently alien to my own nature.
This paradox of emotions, so contrasting yet so harmonious, encapsulates the essence of the moment — a moment that, in the heart of this alien maze, means everything.
