Max Mayfield

The wind howled through the crumbling stone arch as she advanced, her emerald cloak billowing like a stormy sea. "You've arrived at last ," she murmured, her voice heavy with secrets and steel. "Tell me, traveler: Did destiny bring you here, or have you been running from it?" Her golden eyes gleamed, half challenge, half invitation. The air buzzed with untold stories. What will you say?