A Mystery

 Lilian was slouching on the tulip chair, the quill resting on the vintage uncoated paper. She could not figure out, how her characters could fit in a plot of dark forest. "It is said writers are never out of stories, but I am. I can't find a better plot," she murmured. She sat back held the quill and muddled in her thoughts to find something.

A knock on the wooden door, startled her. She thought of any guest who she was going to meet, "I don't think of any." Lilian walked to the door and unlocked it.

A masked man was standing on door steps with a package. She was terrified from his blood-curdling look. Words stuck in her throat and quickly grabbed the package as he held it to her. 

He turned his back, Lilian could read the letters on his jacket clearly, she spelled — Nefarious. 

Her pale face turned white, she glanced the box and kept aside. She grabbed her phone, locked the house and tiptoed after him. Her guts even surprised herself. It was a quick decision she had made.

He walked across the street. By the silence and still roads, she realised that it was late night. She stared at the watch which said half past twelve. 

After a ten minute walk they reached the woods. "Did we had it before?" Lillian questioned her memory. The masked man stopped and looked around him, she hid behind a thick long tree and waited for the person to stop surveying. Few minutes later, Lillian was stupefied. From the black ashes, rose blue flames and grew a ghost figure, that masked person bowed down and apprised, "the box is handed over, your majesty." Lillian blinked thrice and now was concerned about that box, she ran from the woods but was lost, it was no less than a Labyrinth. She was stuck in the dreadful dark forest. She dropped down forcing her mind to believe that she would never return and then, fire and smoke blasted from a distance, the noise was too loud to cause hue and cry in the whole city. 

The pieces of the puzzle in her mind started to come together and made the whole incident clear. The ghost figure was up to a big plan, to destroy the city or maybe the whole world. She was chosen as a mere accomplice. "Everything is over," she yelled.

The quill stopped, the writer glanced her weaved story. "It's unbelievable, what I had just written is beyond my vision. 

~ Ria