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Myra's face dropped, "Mark, please we were sent to find a spy..we had no idea you weren't doing it willingly.."

It was too late. She saw the fire ball form, saw Rahl jump out of the way, the boulder come at him and watched Mark spur his horse on. Fire was launched at the trees and Owen's reflexes are all that kept the pair from being swept up in the boulder.

Owen leapt and trotted out of the way. They came up beside Rahl. "Forest is burning. He wasn't a spy by choice. He was forced into it. Damn it!"

She kicked Owen, spurring the stallion into a run. He was fast, faster than Mark's horse. "Wait! We can help!" Myra was yelling. Leaning in against Owen's neck she spoke to the horse. "Alright, show him what we can do."

Owen took off into the brush. He ran, faster than one would assume a horse could when dealing with shrubbery and undergrowth. They overtook the rider on the road and with a great jump, Owen landed in the rode a few feet in front of Mark.

"Stop! Listen to me! We can help your family, there has to be some way to help them and keep the armies from being slaughtered."

Myra was watching Mark, hoping he would stop, take a moment to listen or at least not launch anymore magic at her or anyone else.