Feeling more rested, Sarah and Adam decided to move on their own so as to not trouble A’luhr any longer. Zoey’s arms were still bound behind her back, but her limbs hung limply in their restraints – all thoughts of escape abandoned. “It didn’t take us too long to find you guys after we escaped The Queen’s throne room or whatever, so we can’t be that far away.”
“How did you escape, anyway?” Sarah asked, looking over her shoulder at Steven, who shrugged and pointed to A’luhr. “Can we get closer!?” Steven yelled up into the ship. Just before the tentacle could latch onto Sarah’s fear-stricken face, it was knocked away by a sudden blow from the side. Seconds, perhaps?” The rest of the group suddenly tensed up, expecting the worse to come at any moment after this new realization. The metallic craft looked like a jagged, obsidian arrowhead with a large dome on the bottom, which was flanked by two large, rapidly spinning rings that reminded Sarah of bladeless fans. She knew it was a dangerous place to be distracted, but she had a hard time tearing her attention away from what they all witnessed next.
