A few minutes passed as Hazren stared into the sky. The stables were still burning near him. The flames roared, and the building creaked loudly.

“I need to move, I need to move. Where is Zorin?”

Hazren slid towards the fence and gripped it for leverage. Immediately, he felt every nerve in his palm sting. 

“Fuck!” screamed Hazren as he pushed his body up and stood on his feet. 

The world around him tilted out of place before aligning with his vision. He thought about looking at his hands; he knew they were burned badly.

“I can’t look at them right now,” Hazren whispered to himself. 

There was no time, and all he wanted was to go home now, but he hadn’t finished his mission. His brother was somewhere.

“Zorin!” he screamed, but there was no answer. Then he heard it again, the gallops. He flinched and looked around, and then saw Claw in the distance running towards him. 

Claw ran up to him and huffed as he stopped.

Hazren petted him and then checked to see if his saddle was secure.

“Thanks for the rescue, Claw,” he said as he jumped onto Claw, which sent a sharp pain through his shoulder.

Before Hazren could fully stabilize himself, Claw charged into the grass field behind the fence. 

“Claw, stop!” yelled Hazren, but the horse refused to listen.

This was unusual for Claw, who was usually a sweet horse; he was Hazren’s favorite.

Hazren didn’t fight him to stop. 

“Where are you taking me, Claw?” said Hazren aloud.

They rode for a few minutes before Hazren could make out the shape of horses and a person in the distance. The figures only made Claw more determined as he galloped towards them.