Speak
"Are you okay, Keela? I thought you were dead for sure!
What would I do if my only sister were to die?" Brighton
says, pulling you over to where he had been seated. "Here eat
something, the others will be glad to hear that you have not been
killed."
"Yeah, by the way, what happened? I could hardly remember
who you were!" you reply between bites of the delicious stew
he sets before you. Who made this? Brighton can't
cook.
Seeing you get up, the young man runs over to help you. You
recognize him as he comes closer. His hair, which had moments
earlier seemed red was now brown. He was Brighton, your brother.
