Noah looked outside the small window cutout on the wall near his bunk bed. The dark sky showed no hint of sunrise yet, but he saw a fire flickering from the campfire ring outside.
Climbing out of bed quietly, he changed out of his sweatpants into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved cotton shirt. He was careful not to wake the others as he slipped his sneakers on and crept out the door, his water canteen bottle slung over his shoulder.
Daisy was sitting at the campfire, stirring something in the cast iron kettle. The flames from the fire illuminated her face as she glanced up at Noah.
“Good morning,” she beamed. “Ready for your first day of training?”
“Why are you up so early?” Noah yawned. She appeared bemused by his sleepiness.
“I figured I’d make you breakfast to kick-start your da
