ITHRA

I blinked repeatedly, thinking I saw wrong. But the fire remained. 

“I didn’t think you would do that so easily,” Zadok said from behind me and I jolted at the sudden appearance. “The woods were a bit damp.” He remarked, clearing his throat. 

I couldn’t speak. I felt confused. I stared at the fire that turned on their own accord. Did I do that? 

“I brought us dinner,” Zadok continued when I didn’t respond. “It was a runner, but I caught it. Should be enough for the night.” He said, presenting a bloodied beaver. 

I nodded my head and took a seat on the log of wood, staring at...