Noctisardor Bypass valar morghulis

there was screaming.

druid's, his mother's, his; raising into a horrible battleground of sounds.

his mother's voice pleading for him to not do attack druid is like a crushing blow to his chest: it slows him down and he listens, stopping just sort of druid; struggling between crushing guilt as he watches them grapple.

and then as quick as it begun, it was over.

druid released her hold on his mother and she is retreating.

mama, ezra rushes to her side, keeping his aunt's retreating form in his vision. are you hurt? he asks heda worriedly.