The silence was physically tangible, a dense fog that hung in the air like a funeral dirge. You had come to terms with the reality that you would meet your end today — but, 2 arrows whistled across the crowd, causing the silence to shatter like glass. 2 thuds followed, and the screams of the crowd rose.

Felix, a mere commoner, lifted you up and onto his horse, his body supporting yours. “Not today, come on.” He sighed, kicking his heel into his horse’s stomach as he took off.