Chapter 18. Cornfields

She stood rooted to the spot and stared.

Before her were rows and rows of corn fields spread out as far as her eyes could see. It was exactly as she had seen them in her dream.

“Germaine! Germaine!” She blinked away the daze as Storm came into view. “Are you okay?”

She nodded but set her gaze back on the rows of corn. She was done internalizing it. She was going to ask questions and get some answers. She turned back to look at Storm. “What are these? I mean, I know they’re corn, but there are so many of them. Is it like a staple food for you wolves?”

Storm smiled before he sheathed his sword and placed it at his side. He did not reply as he began walking towards the cornfields. She had to walk faster to fall into step with him. They had just finished a sword duel and he had beaten her, although she had put up a good fight. She smiled, remembering how he had mentioned her swordsmanship was getting better by the day.

Ever since the council of chiefs heard