The statue was that of a man holding a scroll and reading the contents; it was definitely the statue of a scholar of some sort.
Peir stretched out his hands and grabbed the head of the man. He twisted it to the side with some effort. A low rumbling sound was made, and the walls started shifting, opening up to show a path.
The door opened completely in the wall, and the head of the statue started turning back slowly.
“We have to rush. If the head turns back, the door will be locked for twenty-four hours,” Peir said and walked in. The guards rushed in with the queen and the children, and after they entered, the head turned back to normal, and the door shut.
Torches lined up on the sides of the walls turned on, lighting up the path through the hallway.
“You can drop them now,” Peir said, and the guards dropped the queen and the children.
The queen immediately pushed the guards out of the way and tried to get out through the door, but it was not budging.
“That door will not be opening from inside or out for the next twenty-four hours, my queen. There is nothing you can do about it,” Peir said.
The queen turned to look at Peir, her eyes holding anger as she rushed at him and started hitting him on his chest.
“Take me back to my husband! Take me back now! I command you, take me back!” she said, tears forming in her eyes. Peir could barely feel the punches, though, because he had his armor on.
The queen crumbled to the ground. Peir bent down and helped her up. “I’m sorry, my queen,” Peir said.
“Will he be fine?” Suddenly, the prince asked Peir.
“Your father is a warrior. You’ll have to put your trust in him,” Peir said. He helped the queen start moving. Everyone followed along as they walked through the underground passage.
They walked for minutes with no end in sight, but soon after half an hour, they made it to the trapdoor and ladder that led out of the passage.
Dawn walked down two streets with her sword in her hand. She closed her eyes, but she could hear and sense everything that was happening around her.
The running humans, the scared people hiding—she could hear and smell them. She walked past a house when suddenly the door swung open and a man charged at her with a spear.
She immediately pivoted on her feet, swinging her sword. It slashed through the guts of the man, splashing his blood in all directions.
The man fell to the ground, bleeding out right there. She stepped over him and walked into the house that he ran from. As soon as she walked in, a group of men tried to jump her, each holding different weapons and being of different ages.
She drew in a cold breath and slashed around her in a swift motion. Her sword exploded with flames. The flames hit everyone and completely cut through them, killing them instantly.
She looked at their bodies on the floor. She noticed some boys were just about fourteen years old, but she didn’t pay too much attention. She walked out of the house, and that was when she spotted an estate ahead.
The only people that had estates or lived in one were nobles, and for the fact that Silva was still flying in the sky, she was certain that the nobles were still there.
She decided to head there after she dealt with the people around. There were still a lot of people running and hiding.
She leaped to the top of a house. She closed her eyes again, using her ears and her nose. She pinpointed the location of everyone around the area, and in one step, she vanished from her location.
She moved so fast that the air current from her ripped doors apart. She traveled with a flaming sword, reaching every single person she pinpointed and slashing through them. She didn’t even let the people have a second to react to her presence. She arrived, and she vanished immediately. The only thing to show she was there was their bodies.
When she was done, she heard the rushing of an army headed her way. She immediately came out from where she was and walked right in front of a small two-hundred-man army.
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She spotted a carriage behind the army. This was definitely a noble that was trying to escape the capital now.
The men saw Dawn standing in their way, but they had orders to move as fast as they could, so they started charging toward her.
Dawn raised her blade into the sky. The blade was enveloped with flames as she looked at them approaching, and then she slashed down.
A massive flame arc shot from the blade. It hit the ground and created a bigger flame arc headed for the army that was running her way.
The sudden development made the knights scatter to protect their lives. The flame arc whistled just right past the carriage and almost hit it.
The knights were enraged by Dawn, and they pulled out their swords to attack, but Dawn had already vanished. Soon, they started seeing flame explosions, and wherever there was a flame explosion, a knight would die.
They could not even see Dawn as she was way too fast for their eyes. They all watched as she chopped them with her flaming sword, one by one.
Fear got into the hearts of the rest, and they tried to run, but she was too fast. She killed them before they could.
The coachman of the carriage also ran in fear, only to be hit by a flame arc and cut in half.
She walked to the door of the carriage and pulled the door open, only to see a face she remembered pretty well.
The noble that had tried to make trouble for Silva when they had come here. An evil grin formed on her face as she saw this noble, who was shivering inside the carriage.