Noah looks at the coordinates once again, twitching his nose as he walks through the thick trees. He is sure that Preston wrote a single digit wrong or something happened along the way because he cannot catch a glimpse of anything that looks slightly like civilization. He is not sure whether his father is actually leading him anywhere, maybe after Austin left as well. Maybe he decided to rid himself of more children and he is just sending Noah out in the wild to get mauled by rogues or something just before his eighteenth birthday, all in the interest of saving resources.
Noah laughs to himself. Where did he get such an active imagination?
Before long, a little wooden cabin comes into view and he is shocked. It is so well hidden with no proper access. It is so isolated. Training with t
