The world spun beneath his feet. The ruckus outside awakened Prince Arterius, who fainted from the long and grueling discussion he had with the senators earlier that day. His ward, Stolas, came rushing to the tent, the man's clothing was stained with soup.
"Prince Arterius!" His ward approached him from his bed. "We must get out of the tent right now!"
"W-what seems to be the ruckus?" Prince Arterius grabbed his cane and stood up wincing in pain.
Stolas immediately grabbed his hand and placed it over his shoulder. His ward was sweating buckets. Prince Arterius could feel how tension-filled he was. His usually calm and collected ward seemed to be panicking about something.
Suddenly the ground shook, Stolas held him tight to steady his footing. He could feel his ward trembled, but remained calm, and proceeded to evacuate him out of the tent. As they stepped outside, Prince Arterius noticed some swirling lines forming on the ground.
