#Outskirts of Borsippa, Babil, Aboron
In the deep darkness of the night and under a very ominous red moon glowing overhead, a horse drawn curt was moving as fast as it could. Daniyel, Emmita, and Hurin, the second prince of the Babil Kingdom, were running away, scared. As long as they were within the city walls, they were not safe. They must move away from the city.
Emmita was breastfeeding the baby, Hurin, the secondborn of King Assoros. Daniyel was driving the curt. They were still within the city walls.
“Dear! Do you think we should stay in the city somewhere for the night?” Daniyel was hesitating to leave the city. He wanted to know how the king’s family was doing. He was very anxious.
“We can’t wait. Our King commanded us to leave the city and go as far as possible from the capital, from the clutches of the evil wazir. We must think about Hurin.”