When Lara saw that Angus was there to cover for Alaric, she did not waste any more time and turned her horse toward the southeast, drawing arrows as she went along.
Her heart pounded as she urged her horse forward, the wind whipping at her face. She felt an arrow soar past her, felling an enemy in the distance who had an arrow trained at her. She looked back and saw that it was Angus giving not only Alaric the cover he needed but also hers as well. She trusted him and Alaric and the soldiers who were valiantly fighting — now her focus shifted to the villagers.
The ground stretched before her, a patchwork of green and brown. Rows of trees lined the horizon. Beyond them lay an expanse of emerald grass, dotted with palm trees that swayed gently under the sun's warmth. In the distance, the sea glimmered, its surface a tapestry of blues and silvers, deceptively calm against the chaos unraveling inland.
What a beautiful day. If only it was a normal day.
