<span style="font-style: italic">"Is your ankle alright?"</span>The gentle hand that wavered in front of  faustina for help at first annoyed her. Well simply because it was the Gria girl. Or Denen. Damn she wasnâ€™t ever going to get used that name.. However , she was on the ground and Denen wasnâ€™t. Now that said something about her clumsiness. Though the little emotion in the Griaâ€™s eyes disturbed her a little, and yet made her want to show the girl that sometimes bottling everything inside wasnâ€™t the best.<br/><br/>"Yea yeaâ€¦Iâ€™ll be perfectlyâ€¦" Her hand clasped with Denenâ€™s as well as with  the moogleâ€™s offered hand , she allowed the Albino Gria to heft her up with the help from the moogle, while her foot immediately stung. "Thatâ€™s going to hurt for a while but oh well. And thank you â€¦Denen." She hesitated before saying the Griaâ€™s name , but her words were spoken with care. It caught her by surprise the odd words of kindness that came out of her mouth.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"We should stop here and rest. We're out of tracking range for most ninja I believe at this time of night and altitude." </span>The moogle spoke genuinely stating that the area they were in was perfect to take a break. She felt it was more for her benefit due to the ankle injuryâ€¦she would only slow them down. Her violet  eyes watched as the moogle sat on a log , and the little pom bounced just a little.<span style="font-style: italic">"Sorry If I seem vacant. I am Donta, a High Moogle. I am sorry for the losses of your people, Faustina."</span><br/><br/>"Donta is it. A High Moogle , doesnâ€™t your type tend to stay away from society? What brought you around?" She was taken by surprise but bowed to show respect to the Moogle. It was rare to come across such a being.. "Also thank you , but not all my people have passedâ€¦Just a dent I guess." After that a calm darkness came over the forest as she sat herself down on the grass and let her fingers feel through the shadow covered dark green grass. The full silver moon rose through the tall trees towering over the hill behind them, and giving little to no light on the ground for them. Then out of the darkness came the little light from dontaâ€™s pom lighting up the area just enough so that they could see each other.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"So, Faustina. You bear the mark of Quetzalcoatl. Have you been chosen by the Gods just as I?" </span>Donta spoke breaking the air of silence almost like breaking a secret vow. But hell someone had to talk soon or she was going to explode in the head.<br/><br/>" The mark of Quetzalcoatl. " Absentmindedly she glanced at her marked hand to look back at the moogle. "I guess I am. But why? Why are we chosen if it condemns us to lose those we love, or." She couldnâ€™t go on. The pain of her fatherâ€™s death suddenly washed over her, and she began blinking back tears. Trying to stay strong. "I donâ€™t know If this is a gift, or a curse, or just .. " Her voice lingered as she couldnâ€™t speak for a second. Then she realized that the Gria hadnâ€™t spokenâ€¦and something occurred to her , Daido, he had told her to take them and run. " Denen do you know why Daido threw himself in the fire for us? It isnâ€™t normal for him to under go non protocol things? Or why you chose to listen to him?" Her words held strength but her heart was in pain, and she folded her hands over lap, making a fist with them .<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Meanwhile deep inside the forest a creature of enormous size, and large multi-colored wings roared. Shaking the ground with it. This creature was disturbed and madly angry at the thing that took itâ€™s father away. So to speak. It is after all a large lightning bird. Itâ€™s glowing yellow eyes, and bright white feathers seemed to shine in the moonlight. A dozen other small yellowed eyed birds also shook their feather from being disrupted by a tiny bit of light near their nest. </span><br/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/><span style="color: #FF0000">Surina made it to Anara at what felt like blinding speed but in reality it was a rather slowish, walk due to the ache in her legs. Anaraâ€™s black robe covered her rather frail looking body which was curled up fatally. Her golden locks falling in front of what Surina knew to be bright blue eyes. The blood that leaked down Anaraâ€™s arm caused her to almost gasp. The blood twisted into an ivy rose shape and seemed to seethe through the femaleâ€™s arm. <span style="font-style: italic">"Ragâ€¦Rag,â€¦" </span>Words seemed to leave Anaraâ€™s mouth but they never finished. All she got was Ragâ€¦.<br/><br/>"Anara please by the love of earth donâ€™t speak. " Her hands worked quickly as she tried to lift the girl into a sitting position. But even then the faint breathâ€™s from Anara came out more ragged and harsh than they should of. "Come on hang in there." Her hands checked the girl for any other devastating injuries. <br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">"Surina she is going through what you went throughâ€¦the markâ€¦but butâ€¦sheâ€™s sheâ€™s â€¦Just be carefulâ€¦something is not right." </span>The voice from her spirit spoke softly and she heaved a long sigh. Great her best friend is almost dead but her god damn spirit is feeling uneasy. A sound seemed to disturb her from tendering Anara. The sound of rough bootsâ€¦must be male then, and rough , painful breathing hit her ears. With the entrance only a few feet away she could see a figure on his knees. Seeming to also be in some sort of pain. <br/><br/>"Hey, Iâ€™ll be over there soon." She tried to project her voice to the figure, as she felt a sharp pain in her shoulder. Her eyes wandered to her shoulder to see a knife sticking there. Then looked at Anara whose hand was at the end of it. A gleam of sadness like poison in her friendâ€™s eyes met hers. "Anara?" The girl seemed in a trance and then fell completely on Surina. She yelped in pain as the silver knife slid further into her shoulder. However , the pain soon became a dull ache thanks to her spirit. But that didnâ€™t mean it didnâ€™t hurt. <br/><br/>She shoved Anara off her, and finally her friendâ€™s eyes returned back to their lively blue instead of the dull blue that they just were. Her hands clasped the girlâ€™s as she dragged the girl willingly to the other figure. At last as they crawled their way out of the cave entrance, they were met with a Gria who looked to be in pain. " Heyâ€¦are you OK? And do you need help." The offer might have seemed ironic but it was a real offer , and she would at least give an offer to help in any way she could. <br/></span>