Draiks and Angels: Rescued

33 - Realize

Daniel looked up when someone knocked on the library door. It opened without waiting for him to reply. He tapped his foot restlessly with a pen poised over his notebook. To his surprise Cona walked in, followed by Michael. Weren't they supposed to be training in magic right now?

Daniel could feel the strange restlessness he had been plagued with the last while fade away as Cona raised one hand and said, "Hey Daniel, how's translating?"

Daniel raised an eyebrow at the pair as they settled on stools across the table from him, "And why are you playing hookie from magic class?"

Michael explained the Oracle's revelations and Cona's inability to do magic because of the mark.

"So, if we are to find a way to defeat the Leader and/or remove the mark, we need more information. The Angels don't have any, so we were wondering if you had found anything?" Cona asked.

Daniel threw his pen on the table, leaned back and stretched, "No, nothing useful."

Cona was obviously disappointed, and Daniel wished he could do more to help her.

"If you tell me the exact words the Oracle gave you, I'll add them to my notebook," he picked his pen back up and pulled the spiral-bound book toward him. "I'm writing all the prophecies and translations in one place for easy reference. And I'd like to add yours, too, Michael, from when you were Realized if you'll repeat it for me."

Cona repeated the Oracles words from not long before, and Michael recited the prophecy from when he was fourteen.

As he was finishing writing down Michael's words, Cona asked Daniel, "Do you think Peter will be worried about you by now?"

Daniel pursed his lips, "I told him I was going to meet with the Angels, but I hadn't planned on staying here to translate. I probably should get a message to him somehow."

"We should probably ask Andrew about it, don't you think?" Cona looked at Michael.

Michael scoffed.

"What? He's been awfully nice to us the last..." she looked at her wrist where there was no watch, "three days. And he seems to have been doing what he said he would."

"We haven't tried to leave, either," Michael rebuffed.

"Khloe and Mara have."

"They're not his target."

"Well, we can't leave here to test it anyway, so we might as well look on the bright side and take him at his word," Cona countered.

"We could try to leave. The Shadows can't fly; we could..." Michael said, thinking.

"Yes?" Cona asked imperiously, "What could we do that doesn't require landing somewhere? Where the Leader will immediately know where we are because of the mark?"

"Um," Michael had no answer.

"That's what I thought." Cona turned back to Daniel, "Since we apparently have nothing to do now, we'll go find Andrew and ask him how you can get a message to Peter."

"Thanks," Daniel said.

Cona and Michael walked out of the library and Daniel could hear Michael talking about how to find Andrew before the door closed. Daniel frowned at the door. That exchange between Cona and Michael... It made him upset somehow. To hear so casually from their own lips, evidence that she is in danger. He felt the restlessness seep back into his bones.

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The next day, Michael was headed down one of the hallways on the second floor that led to the main chamber. Daniel crossed the hall, probably pacing around, saw Michael and stopped.