CHAPTER ONE-HUNDRED AND FOURTEEN

Myra's Pov

I was still squinting at the fog when father hopped down from the carriage following Izon. I hadn't seen him move and as his feet touched the ground I turned, only to see him arching his back and wriggling his legs; groaning in a stretch. He cracked his neck and reached his arms high in the air, then brought them down to his hips and stretched again. Before he yawned and rubbed his eyes, opening his mouth wide.

"Home?" I asked now.

But Izon had moved behind the carriage, and father was still relieving himself from the stress of stiff bones; as he performed several yoga poses before finally facing me and answering.

"Well...yes..." he said, nodding, as he looked around. "This is your new home"

And I frowned; raising a brow as I spun my head around in every direction. I didn't see anything, I couldn't see anything. Absolutely nothing but bushes, shrubs, vines and a fog covered bridge. And my back being watched by two austere and emotionally unstable men. There was no building