It had been days we had been here. All of those we had found in the cave including Caremila had woken and had been successfully recovered. Between me casting spells for food and water being brought by the girl named Cahira. We had a constant stream of food and water. Most people from the start weren’t happy about their surroundings most thought it was a dream others were so far into being possessed that even as full fledged adults they acted the part of children now coming to grips with their appearance and the time that was gone. For them it was like going through a deep sleep. A deep sleep with a horrible ending, there was nothing that could be done no spell that could bend or shape time itself. Their parents had probably longed moved on or passed away with the grief and acceptance that
