31.
“ughhhhh, my head... wh-where am I?” a dark room, a hard floor, cold air. smooth walls, cool to the touch, slippery like... “glass? wait...”
she curls her hand into a loose fist, flexing her fingers out sharply. “... huh?” she repeats the gesture again and again, unhappy with the results. “why isn't it...? no... no no no...” in the time she'd spent fixating on her apparent powerlessness, her eyes had adjusted to the dim light and she sees... herself. infinitely. “so it's brought us here again, then. wretched thing, I should have shattered it the last time.”
she lifts herself to her feet. feeling at her belt for her gear, she breathes a sigh of relier as her palms find themselves wrapped around small satchels and the handle of her athame.
she makes a beeline for the doorway, knowing full well that the only way out of this place is already roaming the maze. she knows she'll find her quarry, even without magic. she did so last time, she'll do it again.
as she crosses the threshold, a glint in the corner of her vision catches her eye. a cracked mirror but...
the door slams shut, dissolving seamlessly into the wall.