#Chapter177

Cynth walked back home with the empty bucket in her hands, "Cynth!" The old woman yelled, "You wrench, I told you to get the fire!"

"The fire in the river has died," Cynth told her as she quickly kept the bucket inside the bark and began getting inside it, "What the heavens does that mean? How can the rover dry, it was fine yesterday,"

"Now it's full of vines. Do not believe me, go and see for yourself," She closed the small of the bark with a rock from inside and turned on the light, which seemed like a small tulip with a glowing insect inside it.

It lit...