“Oatmeal again?” Synora griped over her breakfast. "I'm tired of eating this stupid oatmeal." “Well, I was going to go to the market this morning, but I can’t in this rain, can I? So, I guess you’ll just have to eat your stupid oatmeal… or starve," Caspian clapped back. “This storm is so strange,"

Visenya stood at the foot of the majestic mountains, its peaks stretching high up into the heavens. Her steps were slow and wary, her hair was as untamed as the wild wind, and the crisp mountain air awakened all her senses. As she wandered the vast mountainous landscape, she stumbled upon a myster

"You can make a cake?" Synora asked, her curiosity piqued. "I've learned a thing or two," Visenya responded with a wink. "Can we make a chocolate cake?" Synora pleaded, her excitement evident. "With chocolate frosting?!" "Oh dear, that's a lot of chocolate. You'll be bouncing off the walls... Mot

Sarai rushed to Synora’s side, tending to her distressed child who wailed in pain. Visenya remained motionless, overcome with shock, grappling with the shame that arose from the unintentional harm she had caused her beloved sister. Visenya's hand trembled as she reached out to Synora, her tear-strea

“Outside… now.” Caspian demanded. Lucian didn't have the time or energy to bicker with Caspian at that moment; it wasn't what he had come there for. Nevertheless, he decided to indulge him and joined him outside. Lucian took the lead, stepping outside with his back turned to Caspian. He was aware