Makana POV
Chaos ensues, the sound of cannons are heard. “Warriors of Puna pack, dawn your masks!” Doms voice could be heard over all of the chaos. The kings army were cutting through the fenced walls, ignoring the cuts they were getting from the barbed wires and spikes.
Through a gap, the men and women who were sent to fight for the King, started charging the field in small numbers. “Stop!” I yell. These were unmasked men and women. Some look so young.
I scan the grounds and see many struggling. “God Daughter, give us the wheel.” My God parents voice echoes in my mind. I close my eyes and yield myself to them.
I open my eyes and a pulsing, turquoise light is shot out over our land. Vials, vases and glass jars are flying in the air. I watch as the jars, vials and vases
