Phoenix Maplewood Just a rhyme without a reason

The man called himself Void. In the next breath, he invited Atreus to come with him under the cover of the nearby woods, teeming with maples. The boy looked dubiously at the nearby moraine again, listening to the whispers of his inner voice. They reminded him to be careful, though there was nothing particularly untoward about an offer to get out of the rain.

Sure, he agreed, plodding slowly toward the tree line. My name’s A—ncelin, he added, deciding at the last moment that he didn’t want to give away his actual name, though he could not have said why.

He ignored the pang in his chest when he inevitably thought of his brother. His jaw clenched as he tried to push thoughts of him from his mind.