Outside the hut, the horses were ready and the eggs had been securely placed in their saddlebags. The three were ready to head to farm, when the sky became dark with smoke. It couldn’t be from Mashal, the wind had been blowing it away from them, this was coming from another direction. Following the trail to its origin, it appeared to be coming from where Zyloria had said her father’s farm was. Fear consumed the young elf as thoughts of her father’s possible demise crept into her mind. She froze in place, her eyes fixed on the dark clouds bellowing from her home. Had she lost everything?
Demund put his hand on her shoulder pulling Zyloria out of her trance,
”We need to go. There’s a town not far from here. We’ll find the others and head there before anyone can find us.” Zyloria knew this was the smartest option, but there was no way she could abandon her father.
”No.” She pushed Demund’s hand off and turned to face the two boys.
”If there is any chance my father is alive I have to take it. I know the town you speak of, go now and I’ll meet you there. If I don’t return by tomorrow, assume the worst.”Before either could argue the girl took off in a full speed sprint. Demund looked to Damascus as if the young dragon could give him advice, but he simply felt the same worry as before. Neither of them wanted to let her go on her own, but the choice had been made, and it was time to act.
”Come on,” Demund mounted Alphonse’s horse and pulled it’s reigns to the river.
”Let’s get the others and go. HIYA!” His legs his the horse’s side and sent it into a full gallop.