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The storyteller [1st draft]- Chapter 2

2. Lerris woke up to the crackle of wood. The heat from the fireplace felt nice against his cheek. He slowly opened up his eyes and saw Myrrie stare at him. "Wakey, wakey." She said sweetly. Lerris grunted and tried to sit up. It was then he realized his hands are tied up by something soft. It wasn't rope, more like... a scarf? Lerris gasped. How could he not feel this sooner? His face was uncovered. His breathing suddenly got faster, his eyes darted from all around him. He saw Myrrie - if that was her real name – grinning at him. There was a man built like a mountain behind the fireplace, staring at her, way lower than any gentlema