"There is no peace without conflict..."
Outside the tent was utter chaos. The people ran amuck, panicked and utterly confused. The loud chants for evacuation rang louder than the tormenting wails of helpless children.
"This way! Quickly!"
"To the shelter!"
Jael yelled between pants, "Just a bit more…we're almost there!" he navigated roughly through the crowd of people, all running towards the same direction.
To the shelter.
"Let me through!"
"Stop pushing!"
People struggled, pushing and shoving each other to get to the shelter. Whilst the protectors ran towards the threat, their bows strapped to their backs.
'They're going the opposite direction from Ryker's tent.' she observed. She shifted her gaze at the small opening between two rubbing shoulders, created by the handhold between Jael and her.
