"You!" A girl with the bright green eyes bent down to the trunk of the tree, the one that was the thickest and tallest in the forest. Her eyes peeked through the hole in the bark of the tree, the one that was small but large enough to fit a child. She pointed her hand toward the young boy, the one with the bright blue eyes that had stared at her with glassy eyes that were still wet from tears.
She smiled a teasing grin, "A boy shouldn't be crying alone. What's your name?"
Atlas snapped out of his daze, his eyes locking onto the face before him, the girl who had stirred him from centuries of silence. For a heartbeat, he couldn't move, staring at Arabella. But not quite. Though his eyes were staring at her, his heart and head could only think of Circe.
