That didn't last long, however. A violent metallic noise woke her from her slumber. She rose her head from the ground and rubbed her eyes to see that she had anything to worry about. It was Varren trying to light a fire using his machete. Not wanting to interrupt, Ayne got up quietly from her bedding, leaned her back against the wall of cave, and watched as he kept trying to start a fire. His futile efforts to do so reminded her of when she tried to light a campfire on her own while she was venturing with her dad on a trading expedition. This very moment filled her with hope for a brighter future. She couldn't go back anymore, she couldn't save what she had lost, but she can make sure that it wouldn't repeat.
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