Atarah
I woke up to an unknown surrounding. I was not in the forest, nor was I in my room but I was in some sort of a tent. It was dark in there and there was nothing inside the tent other than the rough and thin mattress, I was sleeping on.
Though the tent was unfamiliar but the scent that engulfed the small resident felt familiar. The familiar dark, spicy and misty scent that often surrounded me when Ansel Duncan was near me. And soon my question was answered when Ansel walked in my tent, carrying a tray filled with different types of fruit and a bowl of sautéd vegetables and plain rice.
"Is this..... your tent?" I asked in my hoarse voice, wincing slightly at how rough I sounded, like my throat was parched. Ansel noticed the change in my voice because I saw him filling a glass of w
