[ORP]Molly's Maze

[Molly]

Molly had finally become established in her new home of Bravia. Always admiring that of others. She now has of her own. To this peculiarly quiet individual a small cottage of mystery she was blessed.



Stepping from the small unusual door from the back of her new home. Her eyes look sharply to examine the sky. She felt something pure here. Something that fit her well. Still to poor for real tools to help her. She found a flat rock, just slightly larger than her tiny hands, and she found a spot not far from her home.

Kneeling upon her knees she settles to the promising spot, taking the rock with both hands. Repeatedly she pushed the rock farthest from her. Dragging it back along the earth. Layer by layer her own force pulled away the earth. Turning it into a golden bed rich with nutrients for plants. This day Molly was creating her vision for her gardens.

After an hour of labor she was finally able to plant the first of her vision. The healing plants of Aloe and Lavender. Each a soft and welcoming entry to her coming maze.

[Molly]

Another beautiful day found Molly. She had been so blessed since joining the faith. In learning her new duties she would take a little time each day, and into the evening toiling away on her gardens. On this day she steps from her small unusual back door she looks to the opening of her maze. The lovely aloe and lavender opening up into a magical path heading up a hill. She spent days putting this together, and was finally satisfied with the look.



Pulling her sweater tightly about her she moved for a moment searching for a new flower she would be placing at the top. The magical scents of the sun flower would guide them to three further paths.

[Molly]

This day was colder than normal. Molly padded to buy extra clothing from the market. Heading for the third day in a row to flawlessly balance eggs with none broken, and speak briefly with the other priest and priestesses regarding the faith. Finally returning home in her new rag pants, and aprons. Her sweater tightly tucked to hide it all. She felt a little warmer, and able to continue her work on her maze. Today it was her turn to explore the efforts of days past. Reaching the top of the magical stairs she looks to the three paths before her.

One straight before her leading into a darkened direction...


The next flowing to the left much more airy, and bright...


Then her favorite wooden path. Much more spiritual in her eyes.

[Molly]

Slowly and in complete silence she makes her way back down from her maze. Her face carried sorrow heavy upon her brow. A friend none knew she had had secretly met her at the end of one of her trails. The meaning to only quietly reverence over flowers, and fashions. What she was given was word of people spreading such horrible things of her while they sat in taverns.

She had tried to remain quiet, reserved, and avoid drama. To avoid the individuals who would make up such nonsense. Who would speak of her having anything but a pleasant and simple life. Instead she had found people sending her apologizes for their behavior, and accusing her of anything they could.

She had been enjoying her nights in taverns, but now they were tarnishing her enjoyment of this world. Nodding with sadden eyes progressing step by step towards her odd little house she decided another vow was finally needed.

Even while in her vow of silence she now decided she wouldn’t step a foot into taverns again. Not until certain individuals stopped spreading such lies and rumors about the innocent. She herself hadn’t dated a single person. She hadn’t gone into political office. She hadn’t involved herself with others. There was no reason for such nonsense, and words of her.

Reaching her small unusual house she entered. This behavior is exactly why she had been shy, and now with out doing anything in the last week the reason was forced on her. Locking and barricading the door she wouldn’t return until she was sure people were done harming the innocent with their boredom.

A sign in rocks appears near the entry,

"Molly has taken the vow of hermits, and is barricaded within."

[Molly]

Free from her hermitage Molly leaves the small unusual door from the back of the house. Passes the lavender and Aloe, and heads up great stairs to the opening of her maze. Looking to the three paths she tried to decide which to take. After a bit of reflecting she decided to fore go her favorite path, and take the over grown one straight ahead. Pushing through the small gate she finds herself facing the most unexpected discoveries.



Slightly creeped out she tightened her sweater, that Maj had replaced, around her and began to climb the loose rock twisting stairs...

[Molly]

Walking up the top of the rocking loose stairs Molly finds herself on an aw inspiring cliff. With a quick look to the left and right she sees two paths.


The first a very steep and dangerous drop. One she wasn't sure she was up to challenging alone.


Then she looked to the path heading up. It looked much more pleasant and appealing. Much less challenging. Molly turned walking up another set of stairs. A steady burn growing in her tiny firm thighs.


Finding the stairs leveling into a platform she continues on the narrow path. Very perplexed to find what appeared to be a ship strand upon the over growth of the top of the rocks. For a moment she thought to investigate, but changed her mind. Following the path in front of her.


The small section of overgrowth let way to a plain rocky flat area now. The path growing thin from no use. Such a long time she had walked wondering if she took the correct path. For a moment she swore she saw a creature of some sort hiding in the boulders and rocks. Then thought it was only in her mind. Continuing to follow the path close to the disfigured rock cluster she grew steadily nervous feeling the sense of harm near.


She fell back as a chained rock monster had appeared out of the cluster. Releasing a startled scream. As the monster growled and drooled boulders from it's mouth. Moving steadily closer towards her.