Chapter 22: The Witch of Tenneset

Josiah’s P.O.V

The smell of fresh baked goods filled my senses. The chirping of birds came next as my body slowly woke up. The feeling of a blanket caused me to shift against the plush bed underneath me. The acknowledgment of all these surrounding things allowed me to acknowledge the soft shine of the sun against my face.

I roused myself from my sleep, stretching and taking a moment to look around. The room was small but cozy, covered in vines along the wall while little knick knacks and crystals littered the shelves. There was a desk against the wall opposite of the bed I currently presided in.

On the desk sat a small set of jars displayed in an open case. My eyes still needed a moment to adjust so I wasn’t sure what the labels on the jars said. There were other things, like animal bones, scattered cards, parchments, quills, and neglected candles. Everything seemed to have its specific place, it almost made me too nervous to get out of bed.