Viana suddenly heard a rustling sound at her window. The thin but many vines gently unlocked it without trouble.
She quickly jumped from the bed and approached the now slightly open window. "Thank you," she whispered.
She took a deep breath, then quietly slipped through the window, which luckily was on the ground floor. It was dark outside, and she walked carefully, following the old tree's guidance.
"To the left... go slightly downhill... avoid the guards," the tree whispered. Small birds flew between the guards' heads, pulling their attention away.
Meanwhile, the mice were biting through the rope holding a small gate at the side of the castle. Viana ran low to the ground toward it, moving through the shadows of the plants and the buildings.
The vines had already created an opening just wide enough for her to crawl through, and she managed to escape.
With her brown cloak now torn after going through bushes and branches, Viana ran without direction, cold and frightened.
