Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 16

Okay, when did this book get to 3.2 k views? O.o I only started this book 2 months ago.

Anyways, who's curious when and where Donella ended up? Let's go find out. :)

*Donella's POV*

I woke up lying on my back, staring at a sky filled with stars I did not recognize, and I was still holding Akatena, who was trying to free herself from my tight grasp. I quickly released her and looked around as I sat up in the tall grass, momentarily forgetting what I'd been doing before I got here. Akatena butted me with her head and sent me an image of us jumping into the void. Oh, right! Thanks, darling, I thought back and rubbed her head affectionately. Standing up, I noted that I was in a forest that matched Rythian's description from what I could see in the darkness. There were more unfamiliar species of plant than I could count in a year, and the magic around here certainly felt the same as that of the dimension the Fyre wizards had gone to.

As I was looking around, I thought I heard a voice nearby. Akatena swiveled her ears in the direction of the source, and we cautiously advanced. I turned myself and Akatena invisible as we drew closer to the source. We stopped on the edge of a clearing surrounding a small hut, an altar, and other magic paraphernalia. I guess Rythian was telling the truth when he said mortals could delve into magic in this world. The person we'd heard speaking was pacing back and forth, clearly worried. I detected a strong sense of Ianite about him. He must be one of her more devote followers in this realm.

He paused in his pacing and spoke into some sort of communication device attached to his ear, "Just your usual trolling type stuff: sporadic blindness, mining fatigue, etc. There was more in the book, but it was smudged pretty badly. I couldn't make it out." After listening to whoever was on the other end of the call, the young man with black hair reached into his pocket and pulled out a key that gave off magic that reminded me of a nether portal.

Hurry, Tena. We're tagging along. I rushed forward and managed to grab a corner of the bag he had slung over his shoulder, my familiar close behind. I set my free hand on her head as we teleported. (Phil, Matt, and Tom could go into Jordan's spectre when they had their powers; so why shouldn't Donella be able to?) We loitered in the small bright space we'd teleported to as our mystery person continued listening intently to the conversation going on elsewhere and occasionally chiming in. Thankfully he'd stopped pacing, which made our job of staying undetected easier considering the confined space.

This place would be so much more convenient than hiding everything in my basement, I mused as we waited for something to happen. Finally, the man walked over to his massive machine against one wall and started typing on a control panel. Much to my surprise, armor that practically oozed protective magic materialized next to him as he pulled the items up on the screen. The nervous young man quickly slid the armor on and walked over to what looked like a white version of a nether portal. After tapping a few buttons on the side, the frame turned red, and the portal lit. He stepped through without hesitation.

We waited a good minute before walking through the portal after him. We didn't want to run into him if he had paused on the other side. Stepping through, we found ourselves in a small cave that opened to the surface a few feet away. We were back in the overworld. A red farmhouse and a wall surrounding a group of buildings and a tree tall enough to put all trees in my dimension to shame were the only structures visible in the darkness. The farmhouse appeared deserted, but I could see lights on at the walled compound. We moved quickly, trying to avoid the strange monsters that were prowling this late at night.

Sneaking inside the walls, we found the only people present sitting inside the hollowed out base of the giant tree. The person we'd followed here was the only normal one of the bunch. One looked like a zombie with blue hair, and the other had creeper spores infecting half of his face. I grinned as I recognized Dianite's magic coming off both of them. He always did have an odd taste in followers and friends. It appears the one in this dimension is no different. Maybe one of these two could introduce us.