(Azriel POV)
Azriel had barely felt her eyes open, when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Aranus stood there hissing, "Time to leave Azriel, armies are marching."
Azriel murmured, "Give me five minutes, I will be outside."
Aranus nodded, loping off, out of the tent. Azriel got up with alacrity and washed her face. She tied her unruly chestnut hair into a ponytail and pulled the dagger and ring onto the chain around her neck. She held the Dragon pendant and kissed it.
She stepped out.
To mayhem around her.
Aranus was running towards an Erol shouting, "Elena has been injured Azriel, we need to move very fast now."
