Things Lost and Found (a Waglington and Mianite fanfiction)

Chapter 43

The song of the day is "Slow Fade" by Casting Crowns. There's also a specific place to start playing the song while reading. I'll leave you all to speculate as to why this is the song for this chapter.

So, this chapter was actually written ~2 months ago, tbh. XD I had a really good idea for it, and I was excited to write it. So I skipped ahead and did. That also means I got to edit it a ton. I am very pleased with how it came out. :3 I hope you all enjoy.

Warnings: Battle, bloodshed, and death ahead. Prepare your feelz. >:3

*Tucker's POV*

Well, we just got Wag back, and what did he do? He ran off into the wilderness when none of us were looking. Donella told us not to worry about him; he needed to blow off some steam. Martha had been acting guilty ever since he left. I bet they had a fight. I don't see what else could make Wag so pissed. I wasn't too concerned. I mean, he did have his teleport home spell if he got himself in another jam, and Jordan had sworn not to use any of the curses in his witchery books against us from now on.

Everyone had gone back to whatever they had been doing before the mess with Wag started. For me, that meant fixing more of my rituals that I had found disturbed by the recent earthquakes. I was really frustrated that the massive summoning ritual I had started a week ago had been ruined. That thing took forever to set up the first time, and now I didn't even have the energy necessary to restart it.

I had spent most of the morning and early afternoon at my blood altar, though I didn't get much accomplished. I had gotten maybe 10 hours of sleep out of the past 3 days; there was simply too much to do. I hadn't taken my armor off since the day we'd found Wag, and I knew the second I did take it off, I'd be out like a light. I probably wouldn't wake up for a day or two either. I grinned imagining the sweetness of sleep. Sighing, I set my sacrificial knife down on the rim of the altar and headed outside. The longer I put it off, the longer the recovery time will be. Might as well do it now.

As I walked the path through the dojo's courtyard, a familiar voice echoed through my mind, causing me to stop in my tracks. Jericho, may I speak with you at my home?

Of course, my lord. I'll be over in a few minutes. Mianite was calling me. Rest would just have to wait. I turned from my home and instead walked to my teleposer on the wooden platform I'd set aside for portals. I knelt next to the gold and black device and swapped out the focus for one linked to the house Mianite had grown up in.

I closed the cover panel and hopped onto the device. When nothing happened, I stomped on it. Don't tell me this thing got messed up by the quakes too! Thankfully a second stomp started it humming to life. A few seconds later, my ears popped as I teleported. A familiar quaint house and a few small fields of wheat met my gaze. The sound of small waves gently lapping at the lake shore was almost foreign to me after Dagrun had dried out more than a week ago. I didn't realize how much I'd missed the sound. Thankfully the magic dome surrounding Origin Ranch had kept it safe from the apocalypse thus far.

I walked up the path and steps to Mianite's front door. I was about to knock when the door swung open. "Come in, Jericho. Please, sit. I have an important mission to discuss with you." He stepped away from the door to let me enter. The wooden door swung shut behind me as we walked to the kitchen table and sat down. "You can take off your armor; we'll be here a while."

"Um. No disrespect, Lord Mianite, but this armor is the only thing keeping me awake right now," I admitted, slightly embarrassed. I wanted to go on this mission and please my god, but it was getting to the point that it was hard to focus, even with my armor on.