The white room lay baron for hours, no sound escaping from behind any of the doors. Like any child Camilla soon became bored, it is not in childrens' nature to be patient. 

At first she stilted her boredom by counting the things she'd gotten from the gleaming city. A dress for an empress. A golden headband guided with bees and flowers. A gold and emerald ring. All seemed frivolous now that she was alone. For a little while she spun the ring on its side. But the ring was lopsided and quickly fell over each time, the weight of the jewel pulling it down. Putting the ring back on she sighed and looked around once again.

The other white doors had not moved, nor had either of the arch ways.

Putting the ring back on and her headband. She began braiding her hair, and then put it in a bun. It was an odd [url=https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/00/e2/b5/00e2b51865885a2caf103ec3df82fd8e.jpg]hairstyle[/url] to her, though she didn't dislike it. It was new, and she enjoyed her hair being out of her face for once. Now with nothing else to do she stood from the ground and wandered toward the doors she'd not come from. tugging held no results, and no matter the force applied to the doors they would not budge, not even her own. The next more obvious exits where the archways.

Golden writing graced the top of each arch, high above the young girls head and beyond her comprehension. The first arch way led up, the bustle of the city faintly floating down. It was bright and promising. It would almost certainly led back to the city, away from the horrors. The second was darker, black stones lay strewn across the floor, thickening as the hallway went on. They glowed red like coal, and in fact that is what they were. Dull metal brambles stretched across the hall, the thorns as uninviting as the hot coals.

"Adam?" the little girl whispers "are you here?" She waits for a moment. "Adam, Can you help me?"