The night was foggy, the wind was heavy and the night was cold. The trees shook heavily as the wind blew and the moon was covered by the thick clouds.
There's always evil lurking in the darkest night. Tremblay stood close to the window as he looked outside.
He still couldn't get his mind away from the last night they had before landing here. He still couldn't get the answers he searched for.
"Who was the man that took the jawbone? Why did he call me a phoenix? "Does he know me? Is there something I don't know about yet? Why is the jawbone that important?
He turned around to look at Jarlin who was still unconscious. He was tired of waiting. He needed answers and staying here all day won't get him the answers he needed so badly.
"Tremblay?" Jarlin stuttered in a weak voice as he groan
