I woke up the next morning, before everyone else. I got up, threw my hair into a messy bun, and walked into the kitchen. There was a warrior, Elliott, sitting at the island, drinking coffee.
“Good morning, Luna,” he stood up quickly, almost spilling his coffee. “I was just having a cup of coffee. It is just freshly made; would you like a cup?”
“Thank you, Elliot. I can get it. Go ahead and sit down and enjoy your coffee. Who is on patrol right now?” I asked him, grabbed a coffee cup, and poured some coffee.
“Nick and Oscar are on patrol right now. Henry, Brian, and Darren should be getting up soon to take over for us.”
“Ok, I am going to make some breakfast. Omelets sound good to you?” I asked him. He nodded his head, took a sip of his coffee, and headed to the front of the cabin. I g
