CHANTS

EVANORA’S POV

The chants from the crowd were getting louder with every passing second, my tears not stopping as they freely rolled down my cheeks. My dad’s guards were frozen, conflicted on what to do considering how torn the crowd had quickly become.

Desperately, I turned my head in my dad’s direction to look at him. His eyes looked just as desperate as mine, containing an element of fear in them.

Of course, he was to be scared. He could tell I wasn’t joking and knew even his slightest actions could cause him to lose his only child at that moment.

“Please,” I whispered to him. “Please, dad.”

We locked gazes for a while, both doing nothing but pleading with our eyes. I felt hopeless and after a couple more seconds of my dad staring, he looked away.

“Silence!”

At his words, the bubbling crowd became silent, everyone immediately shifting their attention toward him. Sparing me another glance, he walked towards the podium, looked at the crowd, and took a deep exhale.

My heartbeat