The rays of the sun pierced through the canopies from up above, casting scattered beams of light across the camp.
The warmth of morning began to push away the cold air from the night.
Jinn slowly opened his eyes.
He sat up, reaching for Fangeryth at his side.
The familiar weight of the blade gave him a sense of comfort. After gripping it briefly, he stood and stretched his back, then walked over to the tent flap and unzipped it.
*ZIP!
As soon as he stepped outside, he stopped to look what was in front of him.
A drone hovered directly in front of him—clear bodied, sleek in design, and almost silent.
Its translucent frame shimmered faintly in the light, and its lens focused straight on him—unblinking.
Jinn narrowed his eyes.
They're watching us . Probably the drones that was said by the announcer.
He took a step forward, expecting it to move out of the way. It didn't.
Instead, it floated just slightly back, still staring at him.
He moved left—it followed.
