7 On the Hunt

*** Correlates with Chapter 7 in One Lie***

Outside the cabin, Margus was in a frenzy. "Where did that damn brat go?" Scanning the area, Margus was attempting to find any sign that could lead him to her. Streaks in the dirt lead from the cabin towards the woods, in the direction of the clearing. 'She seemed to have been in a hurry' Margus thought to himself, 'Whatever distance you made, it won't be of any help to you.' With that in mind, Margus darted into the woods, rage building up with every leap closer to his prey.

As he reached the clearing up ahead, Margus slowed his pace. There was a strange pressure emanating from the center of the clearing; Neighing could be heard... 'Horses???' Margus thought to himself. Peering through the brush, he caught site of fragmented colors enveloping nearly half of the clearing starting from the center. Horses were galloping in circles, they almost seemed tangible. "What is this madness?"Margus said aloud as he attempted to decipher the strange site.

Unknowingly, Margus had been gripping the hilt of his sword so tightly, his own hand was becoming numb. It seemed as though the hilt itself was on fire. Puzzled, he unsheathed his sword to examine it. There were so many mysteries to uncover with this blade. Having spent time with it, Margus learned it would react to certain entities; powers beyond his own understanding. At this moment, the sword was pulsing towards the happenings in the clearing. It felt... tranquil in a sense. Supposedly, the blade he wielded, and six others, were passed down from generation to generation. The blades were then locked away in the temple by his own mother for reasons only known to her.

Looking at the blade, it glowed with hieroglyphics he could not comprehend, though felt he should. Through his travels, the blade sort of did its own thing. Considering Margus didn't have much to go off of, he could only assume the blade was leading him to the answers he sought. Up to this point, it had lead him to this forest, and afterwards became inert. With the appearance of this woman, it had once again started to react; was it due to her or something else? Another addition to his list of unsolved mysteries.

Cursing under his breath, Margus returned his gaze to the field in front of him. He felt a pull towards the woman who laid at the center of the clearing. Breaking his cover, Margus cautiously stepped forward, horses still neighing and dancing about. As he approached the woman, Margus was met with another strange sight. She laid in the grass, hand outstretched towards the sky, and the stone, now aglow, dancing across her fingers as though full of life.

Arching an eyebrow, Margus now looked towards the horses again, but this time they were transforming; the two horses became two little girls! Rubbing his eyes, Margus was in disbelief. Seeing the sight of them dancing in the field had his heart throb painfully. 'For the love of the Gods, what is going on?' he thought to himself. After only a moment, a new development in the scene before him occurred; The two little girls were dancing and running with someone... It paralyzed Margus with astonishment. That someone was none other than his brother, Lawson! He stood rooted at the sight, now in front of this bewildering woman.