Mia’s POV

Achoo!

I rubbed my nose… as I sat close to the fire-place.

“It wasn’t cold so why am I sneezing?” I muttered to myself.

“Maybe someone’s talking about you,” Draven took the seat beside me and started polishing a spade.

I stared at him, wondering who’d be talking about me right now. I pondered on the thought for a minute

Then I shrugged. It was probably nothing.

The sound of Draven rubbing the Whetstone on the spear’s blade echoed across the sitting ...