“Keep digging!” Flavia instructed, sinking her hands deep into the soil.
The longer it took, the less likely it was that we’d be able to save Astrid.
Without wasting any second, I dug into the fresh earth and pushed as much to the side without disturbing the actual structure of the mountain.
A sleepy voice sounded behind us. “What was that noise?”
“Sim!” Flavia shouted. “Come help us!”
“Why are you two digging through the rubble? That’s really dangerous,” he grumbled sleepily. His hair was standing in all directions and he wasn’t even wearing his cloak.
I glared at him. “We’re not. Astrid did and now she’s buried under it.”
“What?”
“You heard her. Help dig,” the blonde third-year commanded, making space so Sim could join us in our time-sensitive task.
The earth was cold and damp
