Chapter 27 Coming Of The Dark Wind

• After so many failed attempts, dodging Cherize’s rigorous and relentless training, Ellie had finally achieved what she longed for: to escape for a while and reunite with Cyra. The afternoon air was warm, laced with the scent of dry herbs, burning wood, and upturned earth. The sky, dyed a pale orange, looked like a half-finished painting. Night was creeping in slowly, like a secret just beginning to be revealed.
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• The soft crackling of the fire in Cyra’s beautiful open kitchen tent guided her like a beacon. The atmosphere was cozy: smoke danced lightly in the air, and the firelight cast shadows on faces and fabric. Cyra, her braids falling over her shoulders and her apron stained with flour and fish scales, was skillfully chopping pieces of fish on a worn wooden board.