The sun hung beams of light on nearby rooftops , decorating life to its fullest ; fields overlooked gardens , and a large maze sat atop the lush landscape.
Even though it was a good day , Sam felt like the world had exploded on top of her. Placed at the centre of the maze , a statue of a woman bearing a sword had suddenly moved !
The monster swung a heavy sword over its head , and Sam ran . The statues sword fell, connecting with the side of head
Blood stained the grass as she breathed her final breath
The sodden-streets of Paris were reflected in puddles , droplets of rain - that grew in to mini tsunamis- clogged up rapidly in all the drains .
A welcoming atmosphere embraced all the people that walked through the door , coats were offered ; towels were hung neatly on pegs to take free of charge , while cozy chairs ( with cushions)were located around tables .
Being A warm refuge , that was were Marie Pascal found herself ; surrounded by the candlelight and plenty of well-used books to keep her entertainment .
