Chapter 7
Aria opened her eyes and stretched, blinking until the white canvas of the healing tent came into focus. Dark gloom crashed over her. She was here again, still here, always in the healing tent. She had protested, she had told her parents she didn’t want to come back, but they hadn’t listened and now she was back in this place of sickness. Waves of anger washed over her. She bit the inside of her cheek. There were other patients. In the corner bed was an old woman who had been trapped inside poison walls, and in another corner, a boy who was wasting away of some sickness that she didn’t understand. They didn’t have an arrow leaking poison into their bodies. They might recover.
She hated it at the healing tents. She wanted to be home with her parents, or better yet, out on a seek
