"Fine do not flee, but do not commit suicide either. Come and train with us." Marylyn turned back to the training grounds. "Luna..." she started, watching Markus in the distance. "I would not say you were without a lover or family for that matter," she added thinking of Sirel. The trio were close nit. To lose one would break the hearts of the others.

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"No. I can do this. I have...other...abilities. Please, Marylyn...you must let me do this. For you, for Siriel, and for..." she paused, then lowered her voice, "And for Markus. I will not be mourned. They would...please.."

Marylyn folded her arms, her eyes burning with anger. "You expect me to let you walk off, on your own, to face a hoard of blood thirsty vicious orcs? You want me to let you walk away, knowing that you will kill yourself, and have to face my heartbroken brother day after day? You expect me to console your friends after you are gone?"

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"Marylyn, he will heal. Time heals all wounds." she was suddenly confused. "He would not be heartbroken..." in her frustration, the blue tendrils of fire began curling up her arms. "You have to understand. I can do this!"

"Do not be selfish Luna. Think of him before you do this. Clearly I cannot stop you. Clearly you will do what you will regardless of the consequences." Marylyn shook her head. "I hope you are right," she sighed and began to walk briskly back to the training field. She pushed passed Markus harshly, so harsh he fell back into a tree. She paused for a moment to apologize before storming on her way. Markus simply gaped at Marylyn and Luna respectively.

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Luna shook her head. Selfish? "I'm trying to help you, dammit..." she growled under her breath before turning to walk away again. She hesitated, staring back at Markus. Sure, she had helped him. But she still felt as though she was still just and aquaintence.

"Luna?" He asked softly. "Where are you going?" His expression was confused, even perplexed. His brows raised with suspicion slightly. "You do not have to leave," he said, almost pleading.

"Markus!" Marylyn barked. "You have training to do!" She snapped her fingers and watched as her army fell into position. "As you were," she ordered, still fuming from her conversation with Luna.

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"I...I do...I really do..." she slumped against a tree, the fire leaving her. Not after that, she couldn't. Her shoulders slumped with embarrassment and regret, she slunk passed him into formation, avoiding Marylyn's gaze.

Markus stood beside her. "What's going on?" he whispered. "What did Marylyn say to you? Did she upset you?" His voice grew stern on the last question. He shot a glance in Marylyn's direction briefly. Marylyn was parading back and forth in front of four males. Apparently they had made very little progress. She seemed tightly wound once again. He returned his gaze to Luna. "Are you alright?" He asked, confused.

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"I...I am fine." she whispered. Liar. "It was nothing. I just made her angry. Don't worry about it." Luna couldn't wait for nightfall so she could escape to her room again.

"Liar," Markus whispered quiet enough for Luna to hear. "Shall we talk about it later?" He asked raising his brow.

(Sorry. Short post )

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"No." she looked away. "It is nothing..." she tried desperately to search for something, anything to distract him. "How is Siriel?" she asked quickly, not being able to think of anything else.

(no prob!)

"Nice try," he answered. "Fine, if you will not tell me, I will just have to ask my darling sister." He teased her lightly. "It's alright. You do not have to tell me. I can respect your privacy." He turned his attention to the swinging target further down the field. He notched an arrow to his bow and in the next instant was watching it soar through the air.

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"I...just wanted to help." she whispered. She picked up her bow and arrow, then looked at it thoughtfully. She raised it up, her back straight and shoulders square as she notched and pulled the arrow back. The blue fore from inside her curled around her arms, then around the arrow, illuminating both arrow and bow. She let the fiery weapon fly into the target. The target was instantly engulfed in blue flame, but she didn't let it actually burn the target. She could, if she wanted to. She just wanted to make a point.

Sirel came running up. "What happened? Luna, where did you go?" She glanced at Markus' and Luna's expressions. "What's going on? And was that arrow actually on fire?" She was clearly confused.

Markus was speechless. His jaw dropped and gaping at the fire engulfed target. "How...How..." he stuttered, slowing gaining composure. "How do you know how to do that? How can you do that?" He asked, drawing his eyes from the target to Luna.

Many of the other members noticed the fiery target too and began to gather around Luna, staring at her in amazement. Marylyn groaned inwardly. "What is going on over here?" She asked, marching over to Luna.

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