Chapter 22 A Tale Of Realities
- Fyn.
- Fyn clenched his basket full of herbs tight against his chest.
- He blinked, the sky right in front of him. The cool grass brushed his cheeks while the soil was warm against his back. Slowly, he pushed himself off the ground, a tiny bit groggy. How had he not noticed that he had fallen down? Shakily, he stood up, brushing dirt from his knees and elbows.