Amaya was in a daze. A scene from her distant past seemed to overlap with the scene happening before her where a few logs rolled toward their car.
The thundering sound as the multitude of hooves drew nearer and nearer ...
The feel of the ground that trembled while a little girl stood frozen in the path of the stampede...
Then a strong pair of hands suddenly lifted her and carried her to safety.
Princess Amaya blinked when she felt a warm big hand covering her right hand. Her knuckles turned white as she clutched the steering wheel tightly.
"Aya, step on break and change to first gear." Marx's commanding voice sounded anxious.
Amaya stepped hard on the break and shifted the gear to the lowest.
Dave screamed at the back when the inertia pushed him forward. It was only when he noticed that there was an accident in front of them.
