Faylyn made it through the castle just as the chaos began unfolding. She could feel the bombs erupting against the castle's outer walls, keeping her off balance as she walked down the corridors, leaving her to fall into the people around her. She made it to one of the main areas, the bombing now deafening and panicking the werewolves around her. She listened to them yell, "Get upstairs!" "Someone get to the cannons!" "We need to get out of here!" "Get out of my way!" "Pack you bags!" She saw a few werewolves being brought in, blood pouring down their limbs, though needing no further help until their healing kicked in.<span style="font-style: italic">Must have gotten hit</span>She thought offhand and she looked further at the commotion.<span style="font-style: italic">This....this is my chance</span>she thought as she stood there, nerves beginning to creep up into her stomach. She turned around before she could change her mind and quickly walked through the hallways, running down the stairs two at a time in her rush. She looked out a window to make sure she could leave without notice and was happy to see it was clear. She continued towards the back of the castle. Many people stopped her, asking her for help, though she gave them small answers, leaving them in confusion that her high in command position was not living up to standards. She ducked outside and immediately felt the wind in her face, ignoring the bombing in her happiness, "Finally" she whispered.<br/><br/>Faylyn ran to the other side of the island and approached her boat, happy it had not been overrun by the French fleet. She jumped in and started the engine, quickly speeding up across the water, not looking back at her false home; taking no note of the bombs that were taking over the castle behind her.<br/><br/><a class="postlink" href="https://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mgyYTW2w19c/S3gpmlzh4AI/AAAAAAAAIVo/77Ar75FKJhM/s400/f4e39ef47fad91a26504a0700c232bab.png">Boat</a>(Not floating)