Late that evening, we were finally dismissed for the day. Our dinner was a bit of dry scrambled eggs with milk and a roll. I can't say I ate it all, but I managed to force down a few bites. After that, we collapsed into our beds, too tired to do anything but wish each other good night before drifting off into the sweet realm of dreams.
In the morning, we were jolted awake by the sharp sound of a bell — which felt more like torture than anything else. I hated waking up early, and when I peeked out the window and realized where I was, seeing only the first rays of dawn lighting the sky, all my will to live vanished. Every part of my body ached, though I couldn't even tell anymore if it was from all the packing, scrubbing, and washing — or from the wounds I'd gotten in the forest.
