Amelia PoV
[Centuries ago]
I held my breath as weird men and woman in armor looked around the castle. They held bloodied blades in their hands. Earlier the castle had been filled shrieks from the help and guards. They had over ran the castle with the help of the Seven Hill Knights.
"Amelia?" my uncle called out, looking under my bed.
I whimpered, worried he was also in on it.
He smiled weakly. I saw he was bleeding. In his other hand he held his sleeping son. How had my cousin not been woken by all this noise? Wait, he was asleep, right? He didn't seem injured.
"What are we going to do?" I whispered, my voice trembling.
"Shh," he said, crouching down to my level. "We're going to get out of here. I need you to be very quiet and stay close to me. Can you do that?"
