Crag was wide awake that night, contemplating his vacant flank.
Whatever had happened back in the labyrinth, Sandy had left with her talent mark – three black spear heads. It was a pretty useful talent, especially if any raiders were nearby.
Why didn’t Crag feel happy, then? His sister was alive, everypony was back on the surface, and blood testing had gone without a hitch. This should have been an amazing day… but it wasn’t.
Crag was always the brave sibling, running towards danger instead of sobbing over a pile of food like his sister. He deserved that mark...