The Marked Ones (Zandrina's Story)

The woods took a long time to rush though, and Thadduis's worrying made him off balanced. He hit himself off multiple trees. Quintettin barely missed branches and trees. The clearing appeared in Thaddius's sight quickly. Quintettin still behind him by over a quarter mile. The forest line stopped and so did he. Scents filled his nostrils and sights filled his eyes. The field had beaten down grass that cracked underneath your feet. Patches were missing from its years of use. A sand area where he had trained Zandrina to fight and Quintettin taught Xavier. Memories began flying though his head, the world span then all went straight again. He saw Zandrina curled on the ground, laying there lifeless. Worried and frightened he raced towards her, but it seemed to take forever as memories flashed through his head and when he reached her everything went still. He didn't move, he was afraid to even breath. Her small frame laid there on the ground. Her eyes were closed, how he longed to see her eye. Her marked eye. The eye that showed his horns forever more a part of her. He craved to see her sly smile.

Instead he was her laying in a slump on the ground. Her breaths were slow and faint. He could see her chest moving, and hear the beat of her heart. He sniffed her carefully, nuzzling her arm. He was too big and bulky to pick her up like Quintettin. He could not hold her close he was confused if she was okay. Suddenly he knew she wasn't. A familiar scent caught his nose, one he had been holding in the back of his mind for years. Only one thing came to mind. J.K.A...