CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

“One of the sprites gave us. It will help us identify the good food from the bad,” Miles answered as he helped Kale up the floor. 

“We do not need that. We know the good from bad,” Justin said also getting up.

“Just for precaution,” Angela added taking the key from Miles.

They continued their search for something to eat. 

The search was tiring and exhausting. It was as if all the trees with edible fruits in the forest were hiding from them. Justin was carrying tired Kale while Miles was supporting Angela so she wouldn’t faint.

She was pale and feeble. Hunger wasn’t a good thing at all. Angela had never felt so hungry in her life. It was like thin needles were pinching her stomach in different places. 

Miles was used to being hungry. Sometimes the bandits starved for days looking around for small pieces of bread and drinking unfiltered water from the local river. 

They