At dawn, Orpheus woke up dazed.
He stared up at the ceiling for a moment before looking down to see Zala lying entirely on top of him.
This was the first time he had seen Zala as a child. It was that memory that had him jolting awake.
This time, it was a very short one. He, Zala, and Blaize were crouching down in front of a tree by the stream they usually went to. Zala was poking at a newly hatched bird with a branch. The animal looked so wrinkled, wet, and featherless that although they were all disgusted by it as kids, they couldn’t help but stare. Zala was the first one to start poking at it then Blaize having had enough swooped in and took the bird in his hands, hiding it away from Zala.
He couldn’t remember what was being said but Zala with dirt on her cheek and her dress was s
