“Q-quickly, we ought to leave. A trap was set by the lords seeking lands. We have to escape their sentence- gh!?” — Suddenly, struck by an arrow on the side of his rib, his stability almost made him fall. Glancing at the source that charged onto him along with many others that were invading their village.
“Thaor!”
“Fast! Run with the children!”
“Papa!”
“Come, Lea!”
Forcefully, the Father pulled them out of the home they had lived in. The mother, weakly as she managed to run as her life’s partner had told, grasped the hand of her daughter to the pain and realisation the events meant. Moving away, opposite to the spouse’s direction… not looking back unlike the innocent girl carrying a small brother… for fatality was felt in the air to befall them and Lea’s concern was placed on the Father they were leaving.
“Don’t look back, my child!!”