Still trembling slightly as adrenaline, shock and fear coursed through her veins, Asha strode towards the outer wall of the Labyrinth in a state of disbelief about her situation; could it be that the tale of the Underground was true? Or was this all some sort of terrible nightmare? She wasn’t sure; all she could think about was her poor brother – it was her fault that he had been taken. If only she had kept her mouth shut. Her little experiment had backfired, and her brother was the victim of her folly.
The outer edges of the Labyrinth were a desolate place; little foliage was growing here, and the ground was dry, dusty and cracked. What little foliage did exist here was rough and coarse – only hardy plants, it seemed, could thrive in this environment. Soon enough, Asha was at the outer wall; a tall structure constructed from dark bricks that towered at least fifteen feet above the ground, with vines growing upon its surface and what appeared to be small butterfly-lik