CHAPTER 40: FORGETTING THE PAST.

Things were pretty much normal at the hidden base of the Rebellion, contrasting the rowdiness in Winterhill.

From where she sat, under a tree, the echoes of the hammering of wood were audible to Vira. She sat alone, looking from a distance at the construction of the new accommodations for the increasing number of refugees as she munched on a red apple she cut with her blade.

From afar, she saw Rojar giving instructions to the builders, overseeing the project. ...