At two in the morning, strong winds swept through Demon's Ridge. Fortunately, Flynn Hansen and Leo Denton had already told everyone to reinforce their tents, so the campsite wasn't affected.
At seven in the morning, I suddenly sat up in bed. Ronan Kendrick, woken by the noise, looked at me, dazed.
"Did you have a nightmare?"
"No. Did we harvest the Water Celery?"
Ronan Kendrick sighed helplessly, then pulled me into his arms. "We did. Don't worry. Just five more minutes."
He said just five minutes, but when I woke up again, it was already eight o'clock sharp.
Stepping out of the tent, Evelyn Ford was met with a rich aroma. Today's breakfast was noodles. The soup was a bone broth, and it smelled incredibly savory.
After breakfast, they headed up the mountain. The weather was quite nice today; the dark, oppressive clouds had all scattered. Evelyn Ford thought the sun would come out, but to her surprise, no one else believed her.
