Phoenix Maplewood Just a rhyme without a reason

Whatever the outcome of his attempt to run away, Atreus found himself determined to conquer the moraine. The morning sky drained of color as he marched across the rugged terrain, the sun soon hidden behind wispy clouds. It started to drizzle and the youngster snorted but pressed onward until he reached the far side.

He slumped beside the edge of a woodland, the colorful leaves immediately catching his eye. Atreus didn’t move toward the trees nor their cover, instead huffing out a breath as he turned to survey the moraine behind him.