Chapter 8

Aria

This was the unluckiest day of my life.

I curled into a ball while I camped under that big, old, ragged tree. My body was dripping wet from the sudden rainfall. Winds started to blow stronger than I anticipated. The trees, which were motionless a while earlier, were now swaying side to side because of it.

My body was shivering because of the cold. When I ran away from our pack, I didn’t bring any camping supplies. I only brought two sets of clothing and some canned food to munch while looking for a place to stay. Nothing could have prepared me for this condition.

I had never felt so alone in my life.

All of a sudden, a bright, flashing surge of electricity struck the nearby tree. A loud, booming sound followed afterward. I let out a high-pitched piercing sound as a response. Smoke came out of the tree while a slit formed in its trunk. Then, its body gave up on its weight making it split in two.

The scene made me shiver in fear. What if the tree, where I was seeking temporary