It was hard to be silent when the world around you was being so loud. There was no beautiful or elegant way to put it- Cyrus was scared. Though he was the most valiant amgonst his siblings, he was, of course, just a young man. Perhaps just a child. 

Suddenly, the livestock began to once again fall into a state of mindless panic. Of course, were the prince in their shoes, he would have done the same thing. Gritting his teeth, Cyrus tensed once more. There was nothing as horrible as the anxiety that ate at him. If he was to die... 

There was no more time for idle chat, it seemed. There was a fierce roar, and if course he couldn't stop the, admittedly, shrill scream he emitted. The force of the shattering roar was enough to push him back a few feet, landing on his hands and knees, and his rapier fly in further away. He though he could run and retrieve it, but one look at the mighty beast told him he could not. Rala really did look like something from a temple. 

Gritting his teeth, Cyrus stared harshly at the winged lion- what else could he do?