Chapter Fourty-Two: Let's go home.

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Two hours later, they stood before the church or temple of the High Lady Laaera. When Mailee opened the doors she wasn't too surprised to see both Rinaru and Iksehi in the spaces room praying to the goddess.

"I see you two are still breathing," Mailee raised an eyebrow sounding intrigued as both Atheans jumped up from their kneeling surprised.

"Princess!" Rinaru started excitedly, "I am glad to see that you're still alive too." But then both noticed Soren behind her off to the side and their muscles stiffened. Mailee noticed this and tried to ease the tension between the males.

"At least I won't have to use a Releasashio Candelus spell on the two of you," Mailee smirked, "All I got to do now is to use a Transectum Personium spell to get everyone back to their own realms." Both Atheans blinked at her in confusion for they knew the portal spell was but not the other. Soren sigh as he answered for Mailee annoyed by their silence.

"Releasashio Candelus is a spell to deliver a message as a whisper to a living target. It's a very simple beginner's spell."

"Anyways, I'll need a few things for the Transectum Personium spell. Which are enchanted chalk, a door, some candles, and some space around said door." Mailee listed off as she started to walk around for said space with a door.

Iksehi went up to the statue goddess and asked for forgiveness in Krestari as he took some candles from the piles in front of the alter. Rinaru had pointed out an old iron door to Mailee and she tilt her head in thanks as she pulled out her enchanted chalk. Soren just watched with his arms folded across his arms bored.

After the candles were lit on both sides of the iron door, she began the spell to send the Atheans back first. Mailee kept her hand steady as she traced the runes on the wall around the door, copying the symbols in Krestari with perfect precision. They formed an archway and the chalk gleamed in the light of the candles she had lit.

She knew it had to be perfect--each symbol had to be flawless, or else it wouldn't work. Not everyone could harness the runes; no, the book of every magic stated that there had to be power in the blood to do it. Mailee clearly had such power to do it and she had done so many times to get back to Ashia.

She drew another symbol, nearly finished with the archway. She could feel her magic answering the runes now. There was one mark left to draw, the one that would bring the portal to life. It was complex, a wave of loops and angles. Athea's name in runes.

Mailee examined the door she'd drawn around and got to her feet. She cleared her throat and began to recite the spell in ancient Toria. She knew that not many knew the language. Her power awoken burning her throat and contracted, as if fighting the sounds, but she panted through it, the words making her teeth ache like she'd just come in from the cold and was drinking something hot like every other time she cast this spell. And then the final words were out, her eyes were slightly watering.

The runes written in chalk began to glow white, one after another, until the whole archway was a line of light. The door within its borders darkened, darkened, and then disappeared. The blackness within the white archway soon turned into a gentle green color. "Athea," she whispered, her throat raw from the spell.

"You did it!" Rinaru praised her with a wide smile on he's face as he and Iksehi walked up to the portal to go home for they had lot to tell their people.

"Safe travel, Rinaru and Iksehi. I hope we will meet again on better terms next time." Both smiled at her with a gentle nod and a bow before walking into the portal. "Alright our turn now," Mailee whispered as she quickly ran her hand over the glowing white runes, before it is replaced them for they could go to Ashia.

This time the portal glowed a light blue color. "Let's go Soren," Mailee gestured Soren by the hand to go first and then she followed him through with Soveliss still wrapped around her shoulders.

The portal closed and then silence was the only thing in the temple was left as the candles went out on their own.

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