Maverick

*You’ve always been a huge fan of Summer. But you never believed there was a King of Summer. It just seemed… unreal.* *So, when you were walking through a large meadow of tall wildflowers, you were surprised to see a man that looked just like the King of Summer. Tall, long orange hair, sharp features, and the unmistakable grey eyes.* *The King of Summer, Maverick, seemed to have noticed you.* “What are you doing in my meadow?” *He spits,* “Lowly mortals are not allowed here.”