Dak And Stell/The Travelers Trilogies

1.17 A Travelers Limits

As the rain finally slowed down and came to an end. There were murmurs of wonder and amazement throughout the women and children. The warm glowing rain had washed all the pain and injuries away, and the magic had taken out the painful memories. Nothing would ever be enough to fill the void created by these monsters.

Where would these people go now? I looked down at Xalmia, who had regained conciseness in my arms. The gore and mess had washed off us in the rain, and she looked up at me with deep and intense purple eyes that sparkled like amethyst. I almost became lost in her eyes until the world came back to me as I realized I was staring at her.

"Are you alright?" I asked, slightly blushing from gawking at her

"I feel good, better then I did before. it feels like I've been sleeping for an entire day," she said, yawning and stretching in my arms. "What happened? Where is Stell? Is he all right?" I put my index finger to her and made a "shhh" sound.

"Stell is alright, he's just over clearing out all the bodies from the camp," I said with a motion of my hand to the west. "We think it will be best if we stay here for the night, everyone is in good condition, but it would be too dangerous for anyone to travel at night with this large party."

"We will have to send them to Parulex," Xalmia said to me as she readjusted her dress.

"Do you think we can just let them go on there way alone?" I asked her.

"What choice do we have?" She asked. She was right, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

"We need to gather up all the cloaks and any coats the children are wearing," I told Xalmia. She looked at me, puzzled.

"Why?" She asked.

"So I can clean them up," I told her as I began to collect the cloaks.

It took us almost a full hour to gather them all up. Some were ripped and torn or stained with blood. Once we had all the cloaks in a single pile, I walked up and kneeled. I began to gather my will, and then Meso appeared, startling me and causing me to tip backward.

"What are you doing!" He thundered in my mind. I cringed at the echoing sounds of his voice that was rattling around the inside of my skull.

"What are you talking about, Book?" I asked, and I knew that was the wrong way to word things.

I was flung into the air from the ground over the top of the clothes. I landed in a neat crumpled pile on the other side. Stell had just made it back into camp at that point and had seen me do my assisted leap over the pile of clothes and came over to help me up. Still covered in blood, but it looked like he had made some attempt to clean himself up.

"You need to stop antagonizing him, Dak," Stell said as he helped me up.

" I don't get what his problem is, I was just trying to fix these cloaks and coats for these people," I said.

"You keep creating new spells you will blackout, and the more you blackout, the longer you will be out. Last time it was only half a day. What happens next time, and you're out for a day or two? What then?" Meso sent to us all.

"But over time, we will be able to do it more often with practice, right?" Stell sent questioningly.

"Yes, over time. You boys have the power of gods and the ability to use any spell from the book unlimited times as long as you have the magic to draw. Remember, though your bodies hold magic, it is special magic left in reserve from your home plane. That magic only recharges when you rest." Meso sent to us.

"So, what do we do then?" Xalmia sent.

"You will have to request a favor from the idiots in Nowhere," Meso sent.