Through the Rose Wall

Faced with the near impossible task of finding the edge of the the thorn wall, Will decided to see out good the belt was at protecting him. Rather than just leap in, he reached out to touch a single thorn. He braced himself for the pain but the pain didn't come. He touched the thorn and was able to feel it's detail but the thorn did not cut nor pierce.

He took a deep breath and stepped forward, cutting a hole with his sword. The thorns ripped and pulled at his clothes but he remained unharmed. Nearly free, he felt his hair getting caught. He tried to untangle himself but it was too much. He took another breath and put all of his weight toward moving forward, ripping himself free.

On the other side of the wall, his long hair fell to his shoulders, his hair tie now torn apart. His hair hand been curled some from the combing of the plants and a single rose had stayed lodged behind his ear. He attempted to remove it but it was no use. Now smelling of roses, he marched on.