Aldrin and Atlas could feel their heads spiral out of control as they lose sight of their wayward sister. But the carriage wasn't stopping. Atlas slams his fist on the small floor with so much force that the carriage shook and snapped the hook, causing the horses to book the lonely road's nook.
Atlas hops out of the carriage and immediately searches for the auburn haired beauty. He catches a group of people crowding in the distance. His legs dash towards them, kicking most and shoving some of the people away. He could hear his own pulse through the cacophony of the people's appeals. He pushes and pushes until his arms have enough space to stretch.
There she was.
Sitting on the ground with two children on her lap, Amara showers the place with a golden light that sparkles against her
