Wysteria POV
The smells of fire and heart brought my mind to reality. I sniffed deeply, engraving the human-made bread and soup in front of me.
This smell and aloof-looking bread. Where had I seen it before?
"Why aren't you eating?!"
The bulky-sized chef banged his ladle on the lip of his cauldron, deafening the ears of everyone in the dining hall.
I looked at him and turned to another chef, or whatever they called it.
How come there are so many mountain-sized men here? Bigger than the ones I had lived together with.
Thud.
Izak nudged my elbow, gesturing for me to eat the food with each stomping sound that grew louder by the second.
Fine. I said to myself again, but the moment the food came into my vision, a tugging forced my mind to think. Like some pieces of puzzles were mis
