Previously...
Ares was almost to the island when it happened. A black cloud exploded out of the jungle and engulfed Pandora. She had no time to react. One moment she was darting around eating mites, the next moment they were eating her. In less than ten seconds they had stripped the writhing bat down to the bone. Her white skeleton hung for an instant in the air, then crashed into the jungle below.
Then a puzzled little voice next to Stella asked, "where bat?"
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"Pandora!" Howard cried in horror. "Pan!" He scrambled up over the side of the boat and was about to dive into the water when Mareth yanked him back down.
"Release me, Mareth! We are bonds!" said Howard. He thrashed about wildly in Mareth's grip.
"She is gone, Howard! You cannot help her!" said Mareth.
But Howard was unable to accept this. He twisted out of Mareth's hold and made for the side of the boat again. Mareth grabbed him by the arm, spun him around, and with one punch knocked him unconscious. Luxa caught Howard as he flew backward. She staggered back under his weight, but was able to break his fall as he landed.
In the meantime, Ares, whose first impulse had been to go in to help Pandora, did an abrupt 180-degree turn and began to fly toward open sea for all he was worth. The cloud of mites, which was only a couple of feet from him, rose up into the air and began to chase him. As fast as he flew, the cloud stayed on his tail.
They're going to kill him too! Stella realised his fate.
"Ares!" Gregor cried. "Hurry! They're right behind you!" Stella could see the anxiety in face; he seemed to be thinking hard.
"Dive, Ares!" Gregor screamed. "Dive into the water! Dive!" he shrieked.
And as the mites began to merge over the line of Ares's tail, the bat dove into the water. Just then, a bunch of fish surfaced to feast on the mites. The cloud halted and began to counterattack the fish. When Ares came up for air, the mites had forgotten him and were busy battling a new enemy and a potential meal.
"Fliers! The ropes!" Mareth ordered, and Aurora and Andromeda grabbed the front loops on the boat and began to drag the vessel through the water. Ares caught up and with them carrying the back end, they soon left the island far behind. Mareth had them fly for several miles before he allowed them to put the boat back in the water and land to rest.
Ares set his end in the water, but did not join them immediately. He dove into the waves again and again, and finally, after about twenty minutes, came in dripping, exhausted and trembling. "The mites," he explained.
"Some of them latched on and were eating me. I believe I have drowned them all now, though."
"Are you okay?" Gregor asked, giving Ares an awkward pat.
"Yes, I am fine," said Ares. "I have only some small wounds. Not like —" and the bat stopped himself. They all knew who he meant.
Gregor towelled Ares off. Luxa helped him go through the black fur, inch by inch, and apply medicine to wherever the mites had bitten off pieces of his flesh.
Stella felt like she wasn't being useful. "Gregor? Want me to help?" She said, trying to stand up.
"No, it's okay. You need to rest anyway," he replied. Rest...Stella was getting tired of resting.
"It was good, Overlander. Your idea to dive," said Ares.
"Yes, it was very clever to know the fish would come after the mites," said Luxa.
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The Seeker from Above: A Gregor the Overlander Fanfic
Fantasy𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐈𝐍 '𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒' When Stella was dusting her ventilation shaft, she lost her footing and fell into the Underland - a dark civilisation living beneath the streets of New York City. There she discovers the truth behi...