KHAL’S POV

I stood right in front of the tent, peeking at Matilda. She was flipping her white curly hair, placing it on her back while she was creating a fire in the wood. She rubbed the two stones. It gradually produces a fire. She was an amazing woman.

I walked near her, but my feet stopped steeping when Cleo Karl sat beside her. He gave her a dried wood from trees. “This will help.”

“Thanks!” Matilda grabbed it and put it on the fire.

Each of us would create a bonfire to cook our own food. Nobody would share their food. Every action would be just for individuals as...