"Cordea, run with the baby!" Arthur shouted as the guards started chasing them across the field. Bathed in the moonlight, the field was a green patch surrounded by tall palatial walls. The landscape was filled with water puddles and wild flowers
"Get themmmm!" a guard screamed at the top of his lungs.
The baby was crying in Cordea's arms. "Hush, my child," said Cordea. "If you cry, the guards are going to find out about you."
