Erras had dived out of the drivers seat just in time before the heavy cart completely crushed it. He coughed in the dust, from the floor of the big hole theyâd fallen into. The horses were deathly silent, so he didnât have much hope for them. He came out of his stupor and scrambled to his feet when he heard Aster calling.
âAnyone hurt in there?â He shouted and bashed on the outside of the cart, hoping for some sort of response. The wagon was stood vertical, with the doors pointing up to the sky.
Still on the road above, Genii sprinted forward to join Makna and Aster, peering down the gaping hole. It was clearly a trap, because the hole was a perfect rectangle and the sunken ground was actually planks of wood that had been covered in dirt.
Literally everyone he cared about was down the hole. He didnât know which name to call out first.
Gemma wasnât sure who she was sat on⌠or who was was on her. There were arms and legs and feathers everywhere. She just kept apologising and asking if anyone was hurt.
Gorn was at the bottom of the pile, which didnât bother him too much. The little apes werenât so heavy. He chuckled deeply as someoneâs wriggling tickled his tummy.
Bellahâs ears were flopped over her face, she lifted them once sheâd come to her senses and looked around at everyone. As Akros asked what had happened, the Aamami looked and pointed upwards to the view of the sky through the exit doors.
Now their victims (or most of them) were down the hole, the horsemen approached at speed - shouting and readying their weapons.
Geniiâs head snapped around as he heard the bandits coming. He reached for the sword on his belt that wasnât there and felt like throwing up again.
