Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 42

Happy (almost) New Year! I still have a few hours to go in good old Texas. To those of you already in 2016, greetings from the past! :D

The song of the day is "Who We Are" by Imagine Dragons. It makes me think of the wizards and what they must feel like in the world they're in, hunted and out of place. Who knows, maybe they'll find a way home some day, if there's a home to return to... Mianite did mention in his attempted contract with Sparklez that the pockets of draining quintessence were close to the Realm of Mianite as well as Ruxomar. Hm... I really am curious what the story team for Mianite Season 3 will do whenever it comes around. Can anyone believe that we're only a month out from the one year anniversary of the start of Season 2? 

Ok, now that I've given all of you a nostalgia trip, lets get on with the chapter...

*KillerTom's POV*

Ah, that party had been great fun, especially messing with my brothers. Somehow waking up without a hangover the next morning was even better. I said morning, but one look outside told me the day was turning to early afternoon. We had stayed up pretty late singing, decorating the tree with the mortals, and breaking in Tucker's disco dance floor. A smile crossed my lips at the fond—if fuzzy—memories.

I stretched and straightened my robes. Apparently I hadn't felt compelled to change before sleeping. After I'd made myself presentable, I went in search of my brothers. I found Phil, Matt, Echo, and Kay on the ground floor of the tower heatedly discussing something. Matt must have made a comment about Echo's size again. I rolled my eyes but couldn't keep a grin off my face as I floated down through the central opening in the second floor. Matt enjoyed teasing apprentices, forgetting that he was supposed to be a master wizard, not everyone's big brother.

"Matt, 1 v. 1 me without magic, and I will wreck you!" Echo proclaimed, rolling up one sleeve of her green hoodie as if she were about to punch my laughing brother.

"No, please; have mercy," Matt squeezed out between shrill laughs. He held up one hand to ward her off.

Echo had that look in her eye. I quickly interjected, "Echo, no flipping people in the tower." The others looked up as I finished floating down to land behind Matt. "You know our policy on fighting."

"Save it for the arena," Echo recited with annoyance still evident on her face. She sent a glare Matt's way that told him this wasn't over. She then turned to stalk out of the tower. Kay moved to follow her friend, shooting Phil and I an apologetic glance over her shoulder.

"Phil, have you seen Donella this morning?" I asked. I couldn't remember seeing her leave the party, but she definitely would have been up by now if she was here.

Phil appeared to be having a hard time remembering last night as well. While he wracked his brain I flashed a look in the direction the apprentices had gone. Kay stood frozen in our tower's doorway. She appeared to be staring at something northwest of here.

I couldn't see anything from where I stood, but there was a good deal of wildlife in the area. I didn't think anything of her behavior until she put a hand out to brace herself against the doorframe a few seconds later and began to look sick to her stomach. Phil followed my gaze. "Kay, are you alright?" Phil inquired.

Kay didn't act as if she'd heard us at all. When she visibly staggered the three of us hastened across the polished purple-white floor. "Kay!" I called. When we reached her, Phil and I guided her into a sitting position; she was still acting like she might fall. Her mind was somewhere else; she was looking through us as if we weren't right in front of her.

"Echo! Echo, come back! Something's wrong with Kay," Matt shot out of the doorway to retrieve the apprentice. It took less than a minute for the two to return. In the meantime, a few tears had trailed down Kay's cheeks. She seemed to be back with us, but neither Phil nor I had been able to prize a word from her.