A Spark in the Darkness

Laurie and Micah exchanged glances across the yard. The market was bustling with people selling or buying items. Lottie’s grandmother was setting up her tent with the most delicious smelling prized pies, declaring it off-limits. They arrived in Greenville the night before after running nonstop and were greeted with a warm invitation. Lottie sent word the day before, so there was already a place for everyone to sleep.The next day, they decided to meet up in the market.

“I can go speak with the fishmongers, the gatherers of the pack are usually set up over there, and the warriors would be on their morning run,” Lottie instructed.

“Thanks, Lottie,” Micah said. “If we split up then maybe we get as much information as possible.”

Everyone nodded in agreement before dispersing into the crowd. Micah’s gaze lingered on the pies, his mouth watering as he almost reached out to touch one. But Grandma Addy, sharp as ever despite her age, smacked his hand away before he could make contact. A low g