Dak And Stell/The Travelers Trilogies

1.5 Small Gods

Floating in a void, a person wonders many things. Clusters pass by with no more notice of them than any of the infinite number of twinkling stars. The blind emptiness I floated in was peaceful and silent, but the lack of sound was almost like pressure around me.

"Are you ready?" A voice in my head asked irritatingly.

Where did that sound come from? Something seemed off. This vast void was not my home. I looked over to see Stell beside me with a glowing blue chain running from our feather marks on our forearms. I tried speaking, but no words came out. It was like there were no sounds and never could be a sound in this place of emptiness. Then I heard something.

"Dak," I heard Stell's voice in my mind. I tried speaking again, but nothing came out.

"Dak, you have to think the thought at me rather than speak it," Stell thought to me.

"Like this?" I tried sending my thought to him, and I could see him visibly wince.

"Not so loud, Dak, think the thought quieter. We can use this way to talk to Meso without others thinking we are mad, and we can talk this way privately," he sent, rubbing his ear like my thought had hurt it.

"Are you two about done now?" Meso chided questioningly. "I can not divulge anything about where you're going or what you're supposed to do when you get there. All I can tell you is that the planets name is Prismantica."

"What is your place in all this besides being our guide? That produces all the attitude we do not need and none of the information we do need?" I sent to Meso. When I sent to Meso, I did not think that was what I was doing. It was more of a group discussion inside our minds.

"I'm here to annoy you and wait for the big one to say something relevant," the book sent out, and I felt Stell's rumbling chuckle inside my head.

"What he meant is, why are you with us?" Stell sent.

"I am the book of records, and you will learn many new things and ideas that will spark new uses of the magic on each plane of existence you visit. Some will be old; some will be new. The thing that makes me special is that I can carry those different types of magic across the plane and act as a conduit for you to use the spells in other lands that do not follow the same rules. Not all planes carry the same type of magic or use it in the same way. You two have been chosen because of your abilities to shape and hear and smell magic." Meso sent.

"Smell?" I sent.

"You will learn to hear magic better over time like your mother, and Stell will tune his abilities as well," Meso sent.

"You can smell magic, Stell?" I sent to him.

"I think I can. It was hard to tell on Loranth because the magic is everywhere. In the present climate though I can smell something faint like...taking a breath of raw energy, it practically makes my hair stand on end," he sent and gave a bit of a shiver.

"With these abilities, you will be capable of acquiring other magic users and magical sources to support you in whatever trouble you two get yourselves into," Meso sent.

"What do you mean by "get yourselves into"?" Stell sent questioningly.

"Well, there is no right way to do things, so whatever way you chose to go is your choice. Know this; you will not be able to sit by idly until the event happens. No, the gods will have their entertainment, whether you like it or not. They will throw obstacles at you if you start to get boring. The best advice is to keep moving if you do not want natural and unnatural disasters following you everywhere you go." Meso sent.

"So what your saying is that the rest of our unnatural lives we will be running from one problem to the next without rest?" I sent, my confidence starting to waver. We had just walked into a trap. I knew I shouldn't have signed.

"No, you won't be running the entire time. The gods know that mortals need motivation, so other things will allow you to recover your will to go on," Meso sent. Oh boy, he makes it sound more appealing the more he talks. "enough of this idle chit chat, its time to begin."

And we were gone again.