A Human with a secret heritage.
A Nephilim determined to save his world.
A Light Fey running from a dark past.
An Elven Princess who lost her kingdom.
And the missing Fifth.
In a future where races that were never thought to exist roam the n...
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Zachariah Mathias
That afternoon Zachariah had taken Evianna and Zeke into the town below. He had told them they could buy whatever amount of clothes and accessories they wanted. After exploring and watching Evianna's eyes brighten with wonder, they departed with a very small amount of clothes. He underestimated what they were going to buy; they had lived with so little that they considered a little a lot. He was content to see that Evianna was thrilled- in her own weird way- to be rid of Sara's clothes.
When they had returned to the Academy, Zachariah had promised Evianna dinner and the education part of their training. She had scowled at that and gave him her usual glare, but he had smiled in return. She made it too much fun to tease her.
He stood in Alison's office, the horizon beyond the window darkening. Alison sat at her desk, contemplating the document on it, her amber eyes darting over the lines of the book. She didn't seem to notice he had entered, so he cleared his throat.
Alison's head darted up and she slammed the book shut.
"Don't you know how to knock?" She demanded, anger lighting her amber eyes.
Zachariah pointed over his shoulder. "Your door was opened."
She glanced at the door, then back at him. "Shut it."
He obeyed, shutting the door before sitting in one of the velvet cushioned chairs. Alison studied him for a moment, her normal demeanor renewed.
"Any news?" She questioned, opening one of the drawers to her desk and tossing the black leather bound book inside.
He bit back his own questions and told her what little he knew.
"Not much," He began. Every word felt like he was betraying Evianna. "She's a good fighter. She's taught her brother well to. I'm sure she is holding back, whether she is struggling with the truth-"
"Or she already knows the truth," Alison interjected.
Zachariah was at a loss for words. "You think-" he paused, his thoughts muddled. "You think she has known what she is all along?"
"It's a possibility I've considered. The fact that she hides her mark, and the way she reacted yesterday."
"You took her world, everything she's ever known, and shattered it in a single blow. How else was she suppose to act?" Zachariah inquired, his voice rising slightly in her defense.
"Are you defending her?" Alison asked, her voice accusing. "Zachariah, do not tell me that in the day you have known this girl you have become attached?"
Zachariah didn't bother to deny the accusation. "She's one of us."
"Maybe, but she was born into a family that despised our ways and was raised with Humans. Who knows how much it has corrupted her mind."
