There was a myth about that maze. It was home to numerous creatures. The most important one was Zardy though. He was the most well known.
But the legend was oh so real.And so was Zardy.
...
He grumbled. It was daytime again.
Great.
He fixed his hat, and found a place to be in the shade. There was some other people too. The brutes, pumpkin crawlers 'n such.
But they didn't matter. They were just another trespasser to him. Just ones he tolerated.
He stayed there, picking berries and trying to put them in his mouth.They didn't taste like anything. It just felt dull.
He looked at everyone around him. Talking in mumbles and some other language he learned himself. He didn't care though. He never did.
He used to love the day. The other entities would praise him. But as he got older, the sun got more and more blinding, and the entities got more and more annoying.This was going to be a long day, wasn't it?
