Evolution

Smoke covered the sapphire skies, smells of death and fire soaked the breeze, destruction was everywhere. Naboo - central hub for peace and a branch of the Jedi Order, had been under attack by different clans of Sith; for whatever reason they band together, nothing would be spared. Visibly shivering, Zoe vividly felt the Force presence of her mother and brother; it hadn't been Fieron that she was much concerned with, but Fiera was a force to reckon with. Fiera was experienced, lethal, unforgiving...not to mention insane; for this, the young Marzullo had no desire for a confrontation with the parental unit. Despite the expansion of the planet and masking the Force aura, Zoe didn't hesitate for one moment to think that her mother would not be able to find her. Fiera was a bloodhound when it involved her children - hiding, running, it didn't matter...eventually she'd find them.

Trailing through the screen of smoke and shrapnel, Zoe sneered at such chaos; this had been the primary reasoning for leaving Ziost now here it was. Danster was confident in the Padawan's fighting expertise and Force abilities that he gave permission for her to go on her own on a mission to round the younglings and lead them to the sewers beneath Theed. Not exactly a preferred course of action, but the blonde was in no position for compromise. Searching for one of the last younglings was proving to be difficult with the different auras intermixing...it was beginning to confuse the Padawan. Confusion was replaced by pain. Snapping into a tree, Zoe could feel a galling twinge creeping from the base of her neck scouting all around her head. A hand clinched tightly around the young Marzullo's neck, choking off most of the air supply.

"Zoe...Sarah...Marzullo. Do mind telling me why in Sol's name you are dressed like that?"

Ablaze within azure eyes had been a distinct anger, a sneer wrenching the crimson lips just below. Fiera bore the gaze of a hatred that could rival the blackest corners of Hell as she began to feel nauseated from her daughter's appearance. Zoe's eyes fell to the forest floor and immediately Fiera knew the answer; with the flick of a wrist, the Padawan's lithe form was tossed into the grass. Disappointment coursed through Fiera and was quickly quelled by hatred once again.

"You are not the child I raised. If your father was alive, how disappointed he would be."

"I guess we'll never know, Mother. After all, you helped kill him!" Immediately, Zoe knew that had been the most idiotic, suicidal thing she had ever said.

Kicking into the gut of her daughter, Fiera spat in the face of Zoe; when it came to Serpent, ill-talk from anyone would not be tolerated nor would an unruly child. Coughing violently, needle-like surges ripped through Zoe's breastbone as breathing became rather difficult. There had been no remorse on her mother's side and it was then the Padawan no longer regretted her comment. Clutching a fistful of golden mane, the elder Marzullo jerked Zoe to her feet and pinned her to the tree once more.

"You will leave this place."

"I will not!"

"Don't be absurd, young one. You are coming home and facing the consequences of your actions."

Being discovered by another Padawan, Zoe felt an eerie relief wash over her panic-wrecked body. Stupidly, the boy came for Fiera with lightsaber ablaze; this did nothing except further annoy the Marzullo. Tossing Zoe aside as though she were a ragdoll, Fiera ignited a solo, crimson blade; it crackled and hissed as if relaying the dark emotions boiling within the blonde warrior with shadows of light dancing against the porcelain flesh as she leapt for him without mercy to her actions. Sliding against the edge of her boot while turning her body sideways, Fiera skidded against the grass with no intention of stopping. Flicking her wrist out to the side with an upward curve to the motion, the Padawan was quickly beheaded and the body clumped to the earth, the head tracing by quickly stopped by a booted heel.

"Pathetic." Punting the head away, Fiera quickly turned her attentions onto her daughter, azure globes ablaze with an unrivalled hatred.

"If you return to Ziost, you will be exiled. You'll end up just like Helena or worse...your father." With nothing more to say, the Marzullo disengaged her weapon and clipped it back upon her belt, pivoting away with a sadness replacing the hatred in her eyes. Weeping uncontrollably, Zoe felt lost, orphaned. Rising back to a steady footing, the young Jedi trotted through the smoke covered land once more, forgetting about the lost youngling...