Quintin's POV
When nobody answered my calls from inside the walls, my fists pounded the gates even more causing bruises and wounds to appear on my hands. My voice which was loud and brave at first, started to crack and turn into a pleading and desperate tone.
Is anybody still alive in the village? Did the bandits attack? Were they able to escape to some place else?
Just when I was losing hope, I heard the loud voice of my father saying "Stop" and that it was me outside the gates. I wiped the tears from my face hurriedly as relief washed all over my body.
It took some time for the gates to open and I felt like it was the longest minute in my life. When the gate finally opened a bit, I squeeze myself between the gaps hurriedly and ran inside to look for my parents.
