Stark

Stark took in a slow breath of air as he ran down the side of the building. When he spotted Zoey sprinting towards Kalona his heart skipped a beat. / I'm not going to make it in time.../ he thought as he ran. His red eyes stayed on Zoey's slender body as she ran but the sound of cracking bones caught his attention and his pace hurried. The ball of light flew through the air at the same time Zoey and heath's body it the ground.

"Zoey!!!" Stark shrieked, he made it to her just before her body had hit the ground. He turned her gently in his shaking arms praying to the Goddess that she was still alive but deep down he knew she was gone. He could still hear her heart but... no... her soul was indeed taken away with her consorts life. " No- no.. Zoey...." Stark stubbled on his words as his eyes filled with regret... suffering from this loss.

"Sh my Goddess!" Stark barely heard Aphrodite sob from behind him. She ran up next to stark and searched Zoey for a pulse. " Stark Stark!! she still has a pulse... she's not dead.. come on lets get out of here!" She cried, Stark didn't take his eyes off of Zoey's face.. her unmarked face... the only thing there was the outline of the familiar crescent moon.

"No...No... Zoeys gone... she's gone... i failed her.... she-" Stark sobbed pulling Zoey into him to hide his face.

"Son... we have to take her back to the boat... and go home... she's safer if we get her away from here... who knows where Kalona went off too.." Darius's soft voice came from behind him, The warrior gently helped stark to his feet and guided them away.

It wasn't until they reached the boat and were on the open waters to get back to the craft did Stark finally tune in on the groups conversation. The twins were sobbing in the corner, Erin's head rested on Shaunne's lap as she played with the girls hair, the teens brown hair rested on Darius's muscular shoulder which mirrored how Aphrodite was lying, squeezing her warriors hand gently.

" He killed Heath Damien! Or didn't you see that?" Aphrodite hissed at the boy who was standing up trying to calm his friends down.

" But why would he?!?! there must be some damn reason.. it doesn't make sense!!" Damien cried loudly, Jack coming into the small room of the boat with tears in his eyes, Damien turned to look at him and they quickly wrapped themselves in a huge hug.

" Can we stop talking about this please... we need to get her back home to the infirmary where we can get help.... and pray..." Stark croaked through his shaky breath. When everyone nodded in agreement the boy stood up slowly and left through the door and onto the deck. The smells of the water made him forget about the smell of blood. He entered an empty room which on the table under a wool blanket was Zoey's body still and silent. With a whimper Stark moved his feet over to her side and pulled up a chair to be next to her, he didn't even notice that in the corner of the room on another table was a second limp figure under a white bed sheet... Heath...

Stark took hold of Zoey's tan hand gently as if it might break between his and sighed. " I've failed you to many times my priestess...." he shook his head and lowered it onto the table and fell silent in mourning. Under him a small puddle of blood from his eyes began to build up.