TIARA THORNELLS
As soon as I saw the horses of the four knights gallop away from the cottage, those same knights who had broken in without warning, I finally let myself breathe. Slowly, I closed my eyes and released a deep, shaky sigh that had been lodged in my chest since the cha os began. A moment later, I heard Grandpa and my friends do the same behind me, our breaths filling the silence that had returned at last.
The fear hadn’t left us yet.
We had all been holding ourselves still for what felt like an eternity, crouched in the attic, listening with bated breath as the knights ransacked the house below.
The sounds were terrifying, furniture being dragged and overturned, drawers ripped open, the sharp clatter of boots stomping across the floorboards. Their voices were loud and hars
