Chapter 33: Story
Charon hugged his knees as he sat around the campfire.
The flickering flame did its best to keep him warm, but the "night" chill had set in.
A brisk wind rolled over the grassy hills, fluttering the blades in a wave. It tickled his arms and legs every time it rolled past.
He had debated getting some sleep, but it was impossible with the sun hanging in the sky above them. According to Annie, it never set.
Never.
"On our scouting missions, we pre-plan the route to include covered areas to rest. Trying to sleep is impossible, otherwise."
Charon just gave an exasperated sigh, too tired to protest the realm’s injustice.
’I hope we find shelter tomorrow night.’
He looked over at Liam, shaking his head at the man’s nighttime exercise.
"Eighty-six, eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine!"
Even though his body was pockmarked with cuts, he still insisted on doing at least a hundred pushups, a hundred situps, and a hundred squats.
His reasoning?