Alasla: The New Age

Chapter Twenty-Six - The Rage of Scars

Ralph and Cecilia reappeared on the shoreline hand in hand. Cecilia had them both teleported to the Southern end of Garavia, which is the furthest she could go for now because her power doesn't work in water.

The first thing Ralph could do is to turn around before he starts to throw up like no tomorrow. He hasn't eaten any food in two days, but whatever unpleasant fluid that still managed to end up there is all starting to make a reappearance.

"Come on, it's just a teleportation," Cecilia grunted. "It's not like I'm rolling you down a cliff in a barrel or something."

"It felt... Exactly... Like that," Ralph panted before retching up again onto the pebbly shore beneath him. Cecilia sighed with strong disappointment, looking away from the mess.

Ralph joined Cecilia in trying to figure out the plan to cross the ocean after he recovered. She got them to the place as close to the Toe of Layat as she could, but between them and the island, there is still the Northern sea, which has about 5 million square miles in surface area.

"Teleporting won't work on water, and a boat would be way too slow," Ralph listed out. "Is there anything else we could do about it?"

"Could you fly?" Cecilia asked uncertainly.

"Do I look like I could fly?"

"Well, who knows," she huffs, kicking a pebble into the sea. "If only the sea could carry us across."

This tipped something off in Ralph's mind.

"I think there is a way. We can catch the Whales' Tides," he says, widening his eyes. "Jerron's told me about it before. It is a secret current that connects the world, but only the Four Rulers and the Scars know about it."

"Can we find it, though?"

Ralph shrugs. "The Whales' Tides is activated using Cauchard. We're in luck, because I have that."

Speaking, he took off his shoes and trudged over to a large piece of log by the shore that he had been staring at for the past ten minutes. Gripping it by a sturdy offshoot, he pulls it further into the sea.

"What do you mean by that? I have Cauchard too!" Cecilia calls after him as the waves start to beat against his knees. "And what are you doing?"

"We need something to carry us," Ralph said matter-of-factly. "And we don't have a boat. So hop on, this may work."

Rubbing his feet against the smooth mossy rocks on the shore, he sat down harder onto the log, even then the upcoming waves still manage to dislocate it in some way. Having to brush his hair away from his face every three seconds, he looks up at the gloomy overcast that reminded him of the exact weather of the day Kanitha left.

Grumbling with doubts and despises, Cecilia sat next to Ralph. Taking a deep breath, filling his lungs with the salty sea breeze, he releases his Cauchard.

Stunned, unconscious fishes drifted to the waves as his aura washes across the sea. But soon enough, the water beneath them starts to bubble, followed by a strong gush of current that slammed itself into their log, sending them half-flying across the sea surface.

"Why on moons did I let you use a piece of log?" Cecilia screeched behind him before they both swallow another mouthful of water. Ralph clutched to the wood for dear life hoping it won't crack as they shot past a particularly rocky area. But honestly, he is beginning to regret the idea of using this as well.

"Hold on tight!" Cecilia roared somewhere in the shower of seawater. "I'm going to increase the speed!"

A couple of seconds after she said that, Ralph vaguely felt a wave of Cauchard stronger than he hit the water. And all he could do is to wrap himself around the log trying to forget living for a while.