The Two Sisters Statue

A fable on different forms of peace

My name is Kyrie Spindle and I’m going to relay the supernatural events from Tuesday of last week. My friend Sinclair and I ventured to a nearby town seeking an adventure, or something to cure our boredom at least. Our escapade was not at all what we expected.

At the local tavern where we lodged for the night, the old barkeep told us of an unusual occurrence. Several days before, a glass maze had appeared near the town. The walls were about 12 feet high and the maze created a circle large enough the entire village could have almost fit inside. According to the barkeep, many brave souls and thrillseekers had entered, but so far none had escaped.

“If this maze is indeed made of glass, wouldn’t people be able to see their way through it?” Sinclair asked.

The barkeeper nodded. “Sure, the maze is transparent. But once the adventurers turn the first bend, they vanish from view. No one knows what happens then.”

My curiosity was piqued. I asked the barkeep if we could go in.

“No one’s going to stop you,” the barkeep said.

Sinclair and I bought packs full of supplies and headed to find the maze.

The barkeep’s words didn’t do it justice. It was constructed of perfectly smooth glass with majestic walls soaring over our heads. The entrance was a grand arch with an engraving of roses across the top and some Latin text. Fortunately, Sinclair was able to translate.

“Those who complete will not have won or lost; neither will they leave the same.”

Taking a deep breath, we entered. No sooner had we turned down the first bend than we found ourselves trekking through a circular greenhouse filled with roses. We hiked through the foliage for what seemed like a long time, until we realized we were now walking on cobblestone pathways.