It Started With the Labyrinth

I woke up in a giant maze with no idea how I had gotten there. All I knew was that my name was Lily, I was a Helper, that there were lots of people in the maze, and that the only one that mattered to me was a ten year old named Nico di Angelo.

I was wearing a brown t-shirt with the word dreamer on it and black jeans. My feet were bare. I was afraid. I knew there were monsters, but I also knew they couldn't hurt me.

Sobs echoed through a corridor near me. I decided to see what was at the other end. A boy sat in a corner, his head in his hands. A few torn trading cards lay scattered on the floor near him.

"Why are you crying?" I asked gently.

He seemed surprised. He looked up at me and asked, "Why would you want to know?"

"Well... I'm not really sure. I'm not completly sure who I am. All I really know is that my name is Lily and I'm looking for a kid named Nico." I decided to keep the bit about being a Helper to myself, until I knew what it meant.

He hesitated. It seemed like he was considering two options. After what seemed like a millinea, he said, "Actually... that's me."

Notes

FYI, this has nothing to do with any of my other stories. Please rate and comment truthfully.