Time flew by eventually and dusk settled on Aranill, forcing the warmth of the sun to diminish. Though it was early spring, the night was still cold and chilly winds started to pick up pace as moments passed.
Gregory and Erik stood outside the graveyard as they waited for Aylin. Every time the freezing winds blew over them, the men shivered, their teeth clattering in cold. But neither was willing to leave the place nor leave Aylin all alone in the eerily quiet graveyard.
Not once had she moved away from her position and the men were now beyond worried for her. She had neither eaten anything nor did she have even a droplet of water. She was already sick and considering the time she had spent in the cold and scary place without any food or water, she was bound to fall ill again.
