Dad had come back early from work two weeks ago, frightened. He called her sisters, brother, and her to the parlor to address them. “A trustworthy friend of mine told me that he heard from someone reliable that King Noah Adair of Forzaland has sent troops of his army to Danaata. Ossawa is said to be the main target. Based on this, we all are leaving now. I do not know when these army troops will get here. I also do not wish to stay to know. My friend and the person that gave him this information are also leaving the country.”
“Where are we leaving for, Dad?” Mabel, eyes wide, had asked.
“Sodorate. We leave now. Everyone, pack up your clothes and some necessary items of yours.”
Once Dad said Sodorate, they knew where they were going. Dad’s sister, Susan, had married a man from Sodorate a
