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[QUILL C.]

QUILL CENTAURI

Tired wings would beat loudly as the barn owl made his way across the sky, the cold wind whistling in his ears. The night sky was crystal clear, with hardly any clouds to speak of, but he took no notice to the beautiful weather. No, there was more important things on his mind. He needed sleep, shelter, and most importantly, water. Quill had been flying nonstop for days, the metal and leather helmet, battle claws, and satchel with his things somehow still worn, despite his sloppy flying form. Perhaps it would have been wise for him to abandon his things, lest the sheen from the armor give him away, but Quill didn't care. It was all he had left of them now...

Talons tightening, his thoughts would flashback to the fire, screams of the innocent and the sound of metal clashing together still fresh in his mind. He felt like a failure, leaving them all behind, but he didn't have a choice. His mentor had told him to go, and Quill knew not to argue. Even so, the boy couldn't let it go, the idea that everything that had gone wrong was his fault.

Consumed by his thoughts, the young warrior didn't even notice the fact that he was losing altitude, his body finally refusing to go on anymore. Wings aching with each futile flap, Quill knew it was over. With a screech, the barn owl would collide with the tree branches, tumbling and falling before eventually crash landing in a bush. Somehow, no bones were broken, but his body was now littered in small scratches and his satchel was nowhere to be found. Good thing he had been wearing a helmet, right?