Inside the tent was cozier, less hostile than the village. A long brown wood table stood in the middle with five chairs, it was the center piece. A stove, black and rusted, sat to the left with a silver kettle steaming away filling the air with a sweet tea aroma. On the other side were three different flaps possible containing rooms on which the occupants of this tent slept but I was sure.

“How could you bring an Insider here?” the man spoke setting his cane on a hook just within the main flap, his voice was calm and soothing.

“I couldn’t just….wait how did you know?” Spencer wondered in taking a seat on the right, her father smiled and made his way to the stove.

“The barcode on her inner wrist,” he nodded to me before reaching up for three cups. I glanced down at the black maker on my skin, forgetting it even existed as I’d lived with it for my entire life.

“You have a barcode?” Spencer asked standing up and grabbing my wrist, she stared down at it in awe, her fingers dancing across the scrunched up flesh, burning the nerves deep inside, “Does it hurt?” blue eyes flickered up to mine for a moment, a child like glee coming thru the hard exterior she’d put up.

“No, I’ve had it forever,” I informed her.

“Seriously Spencer if the CP finds her here they’ll burn the village down,” he poured us each a cup of hot tea as we all sat down at the table.

“I couldn’t leave her out there dad she’d been killed or worse the Forsaken, dad if they would have gotten to her…”

”I know,” he yelled slightly before taking a deep breath in and out. Blowing in the rim of his cup, “You did a good job,” he glanced up at Spencer and for once I saw someone with love and deep compassion in their eyes toward my blond savior.

“Who are the CP and Forsaken?” both sets of eyes fell upon me making my whole body tense.

“There is a lot you don’t know about this world child and for your sake it should remain that way. As for you,” he turned back to his daughter, “Did you make it in?”