I couldn’t believe my eyes when Mom threw our bedding into the big wagon, while Dad hitched the horses to it in great haste.
„But… but it’s summer. We don’t travel in summer.“ I gestured towards the fields.
„We do now.“ He looked east and winced. His face paled. „Get Mara and jump in. Don’t stop for anything else. The mages are almost here.“
„How do you know?“
„I can feel their spells. Now run!“
I ran and picked up my little sister. As soon as I had lifted Mara to the seat, and hauled myself up, he shook the rains, and the horses pulled out.
I crawled past my mother who had curled up on our bedding, stumbled over a few packages and made my way to the rear end of the wagon.
„We can’t let the mages catch Dad.“ Mom sobbed quietly.
„I’m casting a small hiding spell, darling. The farm will distract them, so they won’t notice.“
I looked back at the little farm house that I had called home for several years now. A fireball descended on it and exploded in dark red flames.
„We’ll return in fall,“ Dad promised. „The mages will be gone then.“