I am not a scholar and I don't believe in fate
Noah had never been to the heart of King's End. When he stumbled upon the maze, finally, curiosity couldn't help but pull him in. The wide, arching, winding green hedges kept him wandering for what surely was hours. Eira flew overhead, careful to keep her eye out for danger. When a path would change, her golden eyes relayed the message to Noah. Hopefully, with her sky view, he would be able to find his way out at the end of this.
His quiver brushed against a hedge as he turned around to look behind him, the sound of earth and gravel shifting and moving catching his attention. He was quite a ways down the path, but the movement of another human walking by and the earth shifting in his wake made Noah's eyebrow lift. Carefully, he changed his intentions to follow the other man. As Noah followed behind him, he couldn't help but notice the confidence he walked with. Finally, the man stopped and Noah followed suit.
"What are you talking to?" The demigod asked, standing tentatively a few meters away, eyes moving between the stranger and the flickering fire.
NOAH
