Emmalyn felt as if she had been in the maze FOREVER. She was hitting one dead end after another, and even found herself back where she started twice. All the stars looked the same and the ones she did think looked a bit brighter, and were obviously not the right stars to be following.

Her feet were starting to get tired and there seemed to be no way to the middle of the maze. “Hello?” she called out, hoping someone would find her and show her where to go. She sat down, at her final attempted dead end, and leaned her back against the hedge. The smell of greenery filled her lungs and tickled her nose. She closed her eyes and imagined herself back home in the woods near her house. A place she would love to be lost at that very moment.