Chapter 5
The steady back and forth of Haziel’s breathing had rocked him to sleep a couple of times as Zeke sat there, waiting for something to change. Alone with his thoughts. He could’ve moved after the first hour, but he felt safest, maybe more content, leaned up against the prone body of his companion. It was sit there, staring off into the distance of the waste or sit against the cool rock of the cave and stare at Haziel.
Maybe two days had passed by as he waited for anything to change. No demons showed their faces. The light never brightened or darkened. The wind didn’t blow the air beyond a gentle breeze through the cave mouth. Haziel’s steady breaths and Zeke’s heartbeat marked time.
Zeke grimaced as he stared at the little marble of manna he pulled out of the silver box for the
