Justin couldn’t help the small smile as Maddy came to help him. He appreciated it, because he had been a little scared, secretly, that she had become scared of him. There were a few goblin bodies here and there, maybe half a dozen, but nothing compared to the amount that had been infesting the town. They were all definitely gone now, but he would have liked it if there had been no death. The boy shifted slightly as Maddy turned to run to a woman, the dog following her in excitement for a few metres before she turned and came back ot Justin. He turned to look to Bailey as the villagers slowly began emerging from their homes.
Justin turned to his horse and tugged gently on the reins. “Down.” He bid softly as the horse knelt down before eventually lying on the ground. He then climbed onto his back and the horse carefully climbed to his feet. Bailey was a warhorse after all, they were trained to be able to assist wounded and weak riders onto their back and Justin was eternally grateful for that fact. The boy quickly stole a glance at Maddy, but she still seemed to emerged in her family and friends to notice so he took advantage of the situation and turned Bailey in a seemingly random direction, the dog toddling along behind.
After five minutes or so at a fast walk Justin came across a large hill rising out of the grass. Growing out of the centre of the hill was a large, healthy looking tree and several odd boulders circled the hill. Justin and the horse slowly approached. Once they were at the base of the hill, he slowly slid off and commanded both the horse and the dog to stay as he approached the hill. Peeling his hand away from his shoulder slowly, revealing something glowing beneath his sleeve. The boy reached up and gently touched the trunk of the tree, watching the wood as a mark slowly appeared.
He pulled his hand away slowly and sighed, sitting down on the ground. He really needed to get going. The longer he stayed around here then the more danger he was leaving everyone in. But at the same time it would be suicide for him to travel again in this condition. He wasn't even sure he’d have enough strength left to open the gate. Those goblins had drained him more than he had thought. Groaning he stood again, leaning on the tree as he placed his hand once more on the tree.
There was a small pause, as if the entire earth was taking in a breath before a soft wind began blowing. The glow underneath Justin’s sleeve flared up, a bright, brilliant golden colour, and the mark appeared on the tree once more, blazing with a bright white light. Small slivers of light began travelling through the ground to the rocks, more strange marks appearing on them, one large mark per stone.