#Chapter67
Cynth walked back home with the empty bucket in her hands, /"Cynth!/" The old woman yelled, /"You wrench, I told you to get the fire!/"
/"The fire in the river has died,/" Cynth told her as she quickly kept the bucket inside the bark and began getting inside it, /"What the heavens does that mean? How can the rover dry, it was fine yesterday,/"
/"Now it's full of vines. Do not believe me, go and see for yourself,/" She closed the small of the bark with a rock from inside and turned on the light, which seemed like a small tulip with a glowing insect inside it.
It lit up the bark, which went down a tunnel in the ground. She got into a huge hold, that resembled a tiny house with pots all around, a tiny fireplace, a few knives and some small wooden planks. She kept the bucket down and slowly took Jevelene out from it. She was still unconscious and had shrunk to the size of her palms. Cynth upturned a glass pot and laid Jevelene inside.
