ARIA’S POV 

“Let’s go! Let’s go!” 

The men fled at the sound of the trumpet. The ground beneath our feet shook violently. You could tell there was a rush of at least a thousand feet and they were in a rush. I held my breath in, my cheeks were purple. 

“Come on,” Agatha casually headed to the tent curtain. I resisted. 

“Are you out of your mind?” I probed, pulling her arm. 

“Those men out there will have our heads as soon as we step outside,” 

“True, except they’re assembling to see the master and if we don’t go now, we’d be dead by the time they return.” she explained....