Reborn in Havenwood: A Preserver's Revenge

The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth was the first sensation I knew.

Then, memory, sharp and cruel, flooded back: Sadie' s smile, Beau' s laugh, and my wagon, piled with preserves, tipping violently.

I sat bolt upright in my Havenwood bed, not the ravine, bathed in spring sunlight.

My nightmare first life was over; I was reborn.

My childhood friend, Sadie, had always eyed my jam-making skill with dark envy.

I simply created art from local flora using family recipes.

Sadie desperately coveted the Harvest Festival Championship, town admiration, and shallow Beau Sterling.