Rollan watched as the man moved closer to him, the pigeon struggling to keep him back. He inched forward, moving closer with every step. But the pigeon gave him a stare, meaning he should do what was important.

He searched for more wounds on Essix. The poor bird was shot by an arrow or two. Of course, he didn't have bandages of any sort, so he had to cover every little bit with a tear of his jacket.

"Are you okay?" asked Rollan, to Essix.

The bird replied in two sharp squawks, the certain meaning of no.

Out of nowhere, the now-familiar chieftain grabbed Essix, who was in Rollan's arm, and shoved him inside a small cage. He locked the door.

His mother was nowhere in sight. It would have been helpful if she was. After all, it was certainly her fault that Essix was now trapped inside a cage.

"She is mine now, boy."

"Not if I manage to put her into passive!"

"Ah, smart boy, but we are way ahead of you. This cage has the powers of stealing anything, meaning that whatever you put in it, it is mine," laughed the chieftain evilly. "She is my spirit animal. Essix is my spirit animal!"

"Is that true," said Rollan, raising an eyebrow. "Father?"

Rollan smiled wickedly as the chieftain was about to explode.

"W-what are you talking about?" asked the chieftain, innocently.

"You act innocently, yet you don't know I can tell whether you are lying or not. Give in, Xavier, you are my father."

"If my whole tribe was here, you would be dead. Give in, son."

Rollan gasped at his words. "You knew all along whom I was, yet you tried to steal my spirit animal. What type of father are you? Do you work for the Devourer?"

"In fact, yes. I do work for the Devourer. This very pigeon was my Bile spirit animal. Now Essix will work for me. She might not be my spirit animal, but it won't matter much. She will pay for our tribal curse that she set upon us centuries ago."

Without even thinking, he dragged Essix into passive. "She's in passive, and you can't do anything."

"B-but this was supposed to work! It was a gift from Gerathon!" stammered the chief.

"Never trust Gerathon, father."

Rollan punched his true father in the stomach. "That was what you deserved."

He pushed him off the cliff edge- right to the man's death.

You have been betrayed by your mother, you have killed you're father. Oh Rollan, what does it mean to have a family?

He shook his head, trying to get that familiar voice out. That voice belonged to someone who actually loved him. Someone who was beyond family. He just had forgotten who.

-Back in Greenhaven-

Conor had been given the task to train the new Greencloaks. Olvan had considered Meilin for a while, until she broke a window. Abeke was supposed to come, but she was veeeeery 'busy'. Apparently, someone wasted all of Greenhaven's arrows and Abeke was helping the carpenters make more. He doubted that.

This was more like a labor than a task.

These three children- Neki, Reha and Louette, were from the middle east of Zhong. And all three of them had a crush on Conor.

"What are we doing? Are we playing kiss the Conor?" asked Louette, certainly into the idea.

"Oh! I have a better idea!" exclaimed Neki. "Us three can fight to the death. Whoever wins gets Conor!"

"I know! Conor can fight us!" said Reha enthusiastically. "When we beat him, we get to kiss him!"

"Girls, this is no game. You will try to use your spirit animals' ability. See what you can do."

"Can we kiss you if we do it?" asked Neki.

"NO!"

"Then we are out!"

"Fine. But only one of you," Conor sighed.

It had started out great. The girls were all trying to use their spirit animal's ability. It seemed like they were great students. Keyword: seemed.

"Conor! How did it go?" asked Abeke once Conor finished his session.

His hair was all messed up, is back was bent and his eyes looked like he didn't sleep in five years.

"Almost… I… Killed…"

"WHO DID YOU ALMOST KILL?" shouted Abeke furiously as she grabbed Conor by his collar.

"They… Almost… Me…"

"Suuure," said Abeke sarcastically. "They are perfect little angels! How could they- How would they, kill you, lunatic?"

Conor coughed and limped back to his room. It was the worst day of his life.

Hi! I'm back! I hoped you liked this! Also, for Walking on the Earth, I need four more reviews to continue. (Sorry…)

~Alicio