Where was he? How did he get here? The last thing he remembered is sitting in his castle, the night of the ball his father had arranged. He had appeared here.

He rubbed his head and stood up slowly, looking around, his deep brown eyes taking in his surroundings. Tall green hedges shaded him from the setting sun. The sky was painted with pink, red and orange, a fantastic masterpiece. The hedges seemed to form a maze, twists and turns at every corner. Large red roses, fully bloomed, were scattered across the bushes. The walls were perfectly groomed and the grass beneath his feet was recently trimmed. He breathed in the beauty and sighed. He rose onto his toes to try to see over the hedges but didn't see past them. He was tall but the hedges seemed to get taller when he would rise.

He ran a hand through his dirty-blonde hair, looking around again. He chose to follow a path on his left, only to meet a dead end. He retraced his steps and went to his right. As he turned into another path something caught his eye, a flash of pure white. He poked his head around the corner and was surprised to discover a girl sitting on a bench at the end of the path. She was wearing a long, snow white dress. Her skin was almost as white as her gown. She had roses in her long blonde hair that fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back and her pale blue eyes were full of excitement and peace. An odd combination.

"Hello." she said softly. She lifted her dress off the bench, revealing her pale, bare feet for a split second and patted the spot next to her. "Please, sit."

He hesitantly sat down and looked at her closely. "Who are you?" he asked.

"What's your name?" she smiled, paying his question no attention.

"Mason." he replied, before asking his question again.

"Why are you here?" She doesn't answer him again, avoiding the question he wants to know the answer to so desperately.

"I don't know." he sighed. "I don't even know how I got here. Where is here?"

"I don't know either." she shook her head.

"What?"

"I don't know the name, it's just a garden." she explained.

"How do you get out?"

"I can show you." she smiled again, standing up.

She turned the corner as he stood. He trailed after her perfect figure watching in amazement and awe at her beauty. Her hair, her skin, her eyes; she was beautiful. The way her dress drifted behind her fascinated him, it seemed as if she was floating.

After what seemed like hours of silence they finally came to a circle and stopped. He looked past her, his eyes landing on a large, wooden door in the middle of the circle. It wasn't connected to anything.

"This will take you back to your home." she said gently, motioning to the door with a small, pale hand.

"Thank you." he turned to her, not bothering to question her anymore.

"You're welcome." she replies and turns back to the way they had come.

"What's your name?" he tried again, not able to contain his curiosity.

She smiled over her shoulder at him but continued on her way, not answering his question yet again.

"Will I see you again?" he called.

She didn't look back as she walked into the next path. She stopped and his eyes widened in shock; she began to disappear. Her body was gone in an instant and he was alone in the maze once more.

He sighed. He pictured her in his mind and told himself never to forget her face. As he opened the door he heard a faint whisper behind him. He didn't bother to turn around, knowing she wasn't there. He smiled when he heard her answer.

Yes.

The End