Force of Magic

Problems

Chapter 6

A/N: I'm just the author, the OCs belong to Gabeherdon308 and I don't own TDP.

Callum leaned against a log taking watch as everyone else rested. Pulling out the cube, he looked over the symbols, wondering what exactly it was. He reached into his bag and pulled out the Primal Stone. Holding the pair up to each other, his brows shot up as the sky rune began to glow in response. When he separated them, the symbol stopped glowing, and only resumed if it was close to the stone again.

Could...could the cube sense Primal magic?

Green eyes darted to the being most likely to give him an answer. Slowly creeping to his feet, he crouched beside Rayla, holding the cube just a few inches above her sleeping form. As he suspected, the moon rune began to glow.

A hand grabbed his own, and Callum flinched as Rayla glared at him. "This doesn't end well for you."

Falling back, he gave her a challenging look as she sat up. "Last night you thought the cube was just a worthless toy," he stated, "but now we know—"

"It's a glow toy!" she sarcastically interrupted.

Bait and the Firefox cautiously approached the cube on the ground, looking curiously as the sun rune came to life. "Exactly," Callum said picking the cube up.

"Exactly," Rayla grumbled getting to her feet. "I'm going to find some food."

"Wait, we got food," Ezran said startling the pair. Evidently he was awake. "Trezac?"

There was a groan from a dark mass nearby and the Padawan sat up, his cloak pooling around him on the ground. "Yeah," he yawned rubbing his eyes.

"The food?"

"Oh, yeah, that," he mumbled reaching into his bag and pulling out a couple ration bars. "Here."

"What is this?" Rayla questioned holding the bar like it was something that would bite her.

"It's a ration bar," the padawan stated taking a bite of his own. "They're from my home. They carry all the nutrition you need for a meal. I'll admit, it's a little bland, but it's better than nothing."

The three natives of the planet frowned and hesitantly started taking bites of the foreign food. Trezac wasn't kidding about it being bland, even the rock-hard bread Ezran had grabbed had more flavor than these things. But they all supposed it would have to do. They needed the energy to reach Xadia.

"So," Rayla gulped, coughly slight on her bar, "Trezac, where exactly are you from?"

"Not your world if that's what you mean," he replied.

The elven girl's brows furrowed at that, thinking back on tales she once heard as a child. Ethari used to tell her about Startouch Elves who used to speak of other beings beyond the stars. Was that what this strange human was? A being from beyond the stars? Like what he was said to be?

But that couldn't be possible. Trezac was human.

"Yeah," Ezran said finishing off the remainder of his bar, "he crashed here a week ago! I got to see his space ship, it was so cool!"

-.-

"And this is the throne room," Viren spoke opening the doors and leading the Eleventh Sister into the grand hall.

"How...quaint," she said following him inside.

"Might I ask, when will your...partner be joining us?"

"When he's ready," she replied.

"What exactly is he?"

"A Clawdite, they can mimic the forms of others, he just needs to find a suitable copy," she lied. Reality was that he needed to kill some poor soul so his cloaking tech could fully copy it and make him look human. But the high mage didn't need to know such things. It could damage their tedious alliance.