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Narrator's POV.
"Naana is that at you? "
There was no answer. She couldn't see a thing, due to the Smoke and darkness present in the room. The smell of burnt meat was coming from the door adjacent to her. Queen Valeria knew at once, that someone was in the house.
"Mother Naana?" She called out again.
"Valeria" a voice responded.
A figure appeared at the back door. It was an old woman holding a torch. She wore a black long gown that was covering her legs. Her grey hair looked unkempt and she held a short stick that assisted her in walking.
"Sit down my child," the old woman said, pointing at a big wood at the corner.
"Why do you allow smoke to fill up the room mother?"
"I was too weak to get firewood but, now that you are here. Will you help me? She teased.
