Aether stared at the girl, fate? Had he heard correctly, or was he hearing things?
"Vessel of Fate?" Aether asked, surprised by Sena's random and blunt confession.
Nova nodded with a small smirk on her face. "The one and only." Sena walked around the bench, sitting down next to him, making Aether slide onto the other side a bit, making space for her.
"Well, you must understand that it is not normal for me to hear, I mean, I would have never expected to meet the mighty Fate. I doubt anyone in the Withered would-"
Sena leaned close, very close, not letting him finish. "Who are you?" She tilted his head while staring at her.
Aether staggered back, confused. "I'm just a boy from the Withered who had the luck to become a Seeker... I'm not that special." He said... he really didn't want to get close to her; he didn't know why, but he felt as if it was better if he didn't know.
After all, fate was hated by most for a reason...
