{My first mistake was to think of chaos and domination for my wishes were created. Sometimes I feel cursed.}
….
It was cold outside but the layer of heat they'd created around themselves kept Sharen and Narene from freezing to death.
Along the way, Sharen had been occasionally stopped by a few islanders who either worshipped him or just handed him gifts. Most of the gifts he instructed to be taken to his house—the islanders found it ominous when their gifts were rejected hence, he couldn't turn them down.
True to Narene's words, he'd drank more than three cups of steaming tea and eaten bread with up to three spicy stew—this seemed to the only food in the island and Sharen understood why. When one lived in a place that was disturbingly cold, one had to make sure to eat hot foods to keep them warm on the inside while wearing fur coats to keep the cold out.
