Well, freedom was short lived. Upon the Dark One's sudden change of heart, he stalked off with his son, the girl who's stopped the other guy from skewering me slowly following. Then I was left with the other people who'd been pulled out of the maze- that is, of course, until the other evil people who'd put up the maze in the first place shoved everybody back in. Me being the intelligent person I am, wasn't paying attention to my cool down period. I'd flown backwards to avoid some kind of spell, and then fallen straight back into the maze. Luckily, I didn't land on the thorns, but I was pretty sure I'd broken my ankle. I wasn't sure what had happened to the guy who'd turned into a green firey giant, but I didn't suppose he'd be barreling through maze walls anytime soon and let us out.
"Ouch," I grumbled under my breath and then listed off a few unkind words in Ancient Greek. I was sitting on the ground, looking down just one of many curving passageways through the maze. That's why when I heard a voice, I had to whip my head around to see who had spoken.
"Sorry, pardon me?" I asked, my ears still recovering from the earthquake clap. Then I stopped. I'd seen some strange things today- stranger than I'd seen at school - but this was a first. The boy looked kind of normal, flannel, brown hair, brown hair, creamy skin, taller than me, but what startled me were the black wings protruding from his back.
He tilted his head slightly. "Excuse me, I think I'm lost."
"Pardon?" I exclaimed.
"You asked what I said," he replied. His face delicately turned into a slight frown.
"Oh, right." I paused just long enough to squeeze my eyes shut and then run a hand down my face, leaving it sore. "You're not the only one. We're all lost, oh and in case you're wondering, there's no way out - of the maze or off this planet - as far as we've determined. And if you have any powers, you won't be able to use them in here. Which means I can't heal my foot, I added to myself. Then aloud, I asked "Are you a furry?"
He shook his head silently, only a little confused. "An angel. I'm Xander." An angel, why not?
I was a bit unsure he was telling the truth. I'd been raised in Greece, and my parents had taught me tons of stories, but I couldn't remember any angels. But then again, the furries were supposed to be old females, so he probably wasn't that dangerous. And it wasn't like I had explanations for the people I'd met here and at school, so why not add an angel to the mix?