Max divine's Arc

Chapter 1 of 3

Max Divine crouched in the sand, studying the broken compass in her palm. The needle spun uselessly, just like every other clue she'd found. Someone had left her in these wastes fifteen years ago, and she'd spent every day since searching for them. Her pointed ears twitched at the wind's whisper. The pink mansion rose from the dunes like a fever dream. Its glimmering walls and strange decorated towers made no sense out here. Max didn't care. She needed a base, somewhere survivors could find her. This place would draw attention across the wastes. People would come asking questions, and she would ask her own. She set up the wooden post outside the mansion's entrance. The rope loops held strips of cloth that flapped in the hot wind. Each strip carried a message, a question, a desperate plea for information. Travelers could leave their own notes here. Someone, somewhere, had to know something about an abandoned baby with pointed ears. A child with wild hair appeared at sunset, drawn by the mansion's impossible presence. The kid stared with wide eyes but said nothing useful. Max watched more figures approach in the distance. Her sanctuary would become a gathering place. Stories would flow through here like water. One of those stories would lead her to the truth. One of them had to.