<div align="center"><em>Sometime after dinner, Zachari headed back to his cabin alone.</em></div><br/><br/>Dinner had not been his favorite thing in the world, considering he didn't really like Mexican food.  Or rather his stomach never liked it, so not eating very much was a great way to save him from a bad three day stomach ache.  Being by himself always made him feel better, considering that he has always felt that he was a little more different than the others.  Discovering his powers before puberty, taking his first quest at only eleven and know slaying a two thousand year old dragon with the help of only his two brothers.  Even though he felt that his powers were far more advanced than his own, he knew that Clint, though Zach hated to admit it, Clint was in the same category or at least it was coming to be so.<br/><br/>Zach watched the cabin come into view,<em>Home.</em>He thought to himself.  The outside of the cabin looked like a mausoleum, heavy columns held the front portion of the roof in place. The bronze double doors stood strong in the door way.  Zach let out a sigh and slowly walked up the stairs,<strong>"Home at last, now I hope to get some well earned sleep for the night.</strong>