Baelmal’s Maze

The maze in the north of WeyVerne was not like others of the kind even though all mazes are actually puzzles to be overcome with patience and careful thought and this one was no different in that regard.  It was considered a masterpiece of intricate greenery and it attracted visitors from all over the world.  But, unlike the other mazes, this one was darkly magic and created by a most wicked sorcerer, who entertained his whim of the day on certain unsuspecting visitors and the decisions they made once inside his creation.  Would he grant them a future of delight or dismal gloom?

Upon entering, the visitor had to select a direction immediately.  Left? Right? Straight ahead?  Happiness?  Death?  Chaos?  Bliss?  Unfortunately, none of those who visited knew they were spinning the wheel of chance when they entered; nor did they credit the maze with what happened afterward.  The maze was responsible, nevertheless.

Today the maze seemed particularly vengeful and when the first visitor, an American woman, entered and went left instead of selecting one of the other two options before her, the maze punished her.  It was decidedly ironic for the American loved this magical place and this maze more than anyone who’d been there before now.  But today, the spirit of the maze did not care about anything save the choice the middle-aged woman made.  To further complicate her fate that day, she kept going left every time she came to a fork in her path.  By the time she exited the last of the tall evergreens, she had a lifetime of job losses, a lack of money, and no love to keep her warm in the sad future waiting ahead of her.

The woman shuddered and commented to her waiting companions, “I feel like someone must be walking on my grave.  I have this creepy feeling now that I didn’t have earlier.”

“It’s just the breeze. Here, borrow my sweater,” and the others laughed, thinking she was simply being fanciful.  They moved on to explore the rest of the castle grounds and thought no more of a maze in a garden.

Later that day a young boy led by a very stern father asked if he might be allowed to go in as he heard other children laughing inside and he wanted a bit of happiness like that for himself.

“Only if I don’t have to go with you,” the father snarled his response, obviously bored with the entire visit and wanting only to be somewhere the young lad was not.  He shoved the boy inside, happy to be shut of him even for a little while.

The lad looked cautiously before he stepped inside, then offered a prayer of gratitude as his mother taught him before he admired the green-blue of the yew and its texture.  He hesitated before considering where he wanted to go as he wanted to go from start to finish without getting lost in there.  Obviously the maze felt a connection with him as he was so obviously special and underappreciated.  His fate was blessed before he began to explore.  When he finished his exploration and stepped outside, the sun shone brightly on his fair hair and he found his mother was waiting for him with a smile.  His father was nowhere around and neither of them saw him ever again.  Neither was the man missed.

It was then the wind began to blow in short gusts, gently tickling random leaves on the ground as fate began to change yet again.  Strangely, there was a hint of sage in the air as if someone were cleaning out the old.

Meanwhile, the wizard Baelmal watched the maze in his crystal ball from high up in the tower of his rotting castle.  He thought briefly of his childhood and his choices and decided he’d done his single good deed for the year.  He shot his hag mother a wicked glance full of hate and wrapping his cloak about himself, transported himself to his chambers to escape his own fate for a while longer.

The End.


2 Responses to “Baelmal’s Maze”

  1. Yes, But how long can he or any of us escape our own fate?

  2. I just wanna say that your blog is very great. If you post more articles like these, I’ll follow your weblog to read more interesting stuff.

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