Elania and Austin had the faith to move mountains but they were running low on supplies, very low. They were in a different part of the outlands but the rules old man Jhika gave her still applied; do not eat or drink anything in the outlands. They had come across a few fruit bearing shrubs and small streams but they couldn’t eat them or drink the water respectively because they were poisonous and they could die, and so they had no other choice but to endure their hunger.
"How's our situation looking?" she asked.
"Not good. We only gat two pieces of cake and bout three sips of water left, both of which are yours,” he answered.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"A few hours ago." She gave him a look. "Alright fine . . . This time yesterday.”
"What?" Elania said shocked and even sat up.
