The War Of The Magi

Chapter 15

" Machate? Is that you?"A voice whispered. Hoarse and with a tint of fright.

  Machate turned his scarred face. Blood dripping. Though it was blood. It wasn't red. Black, black as the midnight sky before him.

 Behind him was Zayne. She was poised to strike. Her eyes glowing with fury. The purple magix flowing in the wind trailing off into the night. There were rings under her eyes, purple and grey. They blended in with her dull face. Pale and angered of him.

This wasn't the Zayne he knew.

 Zayne was holding a branch. The branch was aimed at him. Her cloak from the werewolves was flowing in the wind. The gold patterns spiraled.

   The stallion, made of shadows with wisps of indigo and colors that he couldn't describe. It disappeared. If almost it wasn't even there.

" Not you, not you................................. not today!" Zayne yelled.  " Machate! Why do this to me! "

" Everything is gloom." she whispered. Then ran off to the woods. The thick woods was covering her. He watched as her cloak went trailing into the woods. The thick evergreens covering up her trail. The woods noise shielding her from his screams.

" Zayne! Zayne! Zayne this is not the true me!" He yelled after her. It was too late. She was out of sight.

" Come back! come back." Machate yelled with great frustration and anger. " There's some much I don't understand."

" Come back....." he whispered " come back..............."

"  There goes my sister off to go play in the woods." Randell's sly voice whispered.

" Where are you!" Machate yelled. He wiped blood of his face. Smearing his face with the black substance that belonged to him." Let's finish this!"

" Oh trust me I would.......but you might have more important matters to deal with." Randel said.

" Zaaayyynne can............................ taaaaakkkke care .............oooooooooof herrrrrrrrseeeellllf!" His words becoming slurred.

 " Oh, not about Zayne! Get back to reality Machate, I'm talking about the person I ' hurt' earlier. What was that brat's name again. Beau no, no, no, something more exotic Bell or maybe!" a smile lit up his face. " Briar."

 " Wha-t -t  did you-you do to h-him?" Machate said trying to find the right words.

" You'll find out in." He held up his hand. Then lifted three fingers." three, two, one."

 Riana ran in. She snarled her ears twitched. The gold rings reflected the moonlight.

" Where is Zayne!" she yelled part snarl part yell. Then she saw Machate cloaked in black blood. Talking to absolutely nothing just thin air. She smelled the air nothing was wrong.

" Why are you looking for Zayne." Machate croaked. Which surprised Riana.

" Briar is dead."

Then the world went black for Machate. There was a thud and then silence. Except for the echoing of the night creatures prowling in the dark.