They froze, unsure of what to do. In front of them was an army spread wide across the forest. Never before had they faced such overwhelming numbers. No matter how strong they were, fighting was the last thought on their minds. Against an army, they would not win.
The only choice left was to run.
They exchanged quick glances, then all three of them bolted, sprinting in the opposite direction from the soldiers.
There was no clear thought guiding them, only the desperate urge not to be caught. They were running fast, but the soldiers behind them rode horses; their speed was faster.
Still, Aeron, Nyella, and Amber ran with everything in them, darting around trees and cutting through corners of the forest.
As they pushed on, Aeron spoke between breaths. "We are going the wrong way!"
Nyella, struggling to keep pace, asked, "What do you mean?"
Aeron gasped out, "We're running west… but Draco is east."
