A/N: This story takes place right after the series. Beware, may contain spoilers for several Pendragon books, including The Soldiers of Halla.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pendragon or any of the characters. I only own anything you do not recognize from the series.


~Third Earth~

There was much to be done. The Ravinians had left their mark on the territory, on all the territories. Thanks to Alexander Naymeer. Thanks to Saint Dane. New York was a mess. Trash littered the street, buildings were blackened from fire. The charred structures had become temporary homes for the people of Third Earth until the rebuilding was complete.

Now Bobby, Mark, and Courtney stood in the road, taking it all in. Bobby wondered if he would ever see this place again. After all, the war was won. There were no more flumes, no more Traveling, no more fighting. No more quigs and especially no more Saint Dane.

The memory was still fresh in Bobby's mind. He had defeated Saint Dane. He had seen him weaken until finally he had lost it, grasping the last threads of life through the Ravinians and through the Travelers. But they were all against him. His power was no more. Saint Dane was no more. Boby had seen him vanish at the conclave in front of thousands and thousands of Ravinians and dados and gars and exiles. In front of the eleven Travelers who had gone to all the ends of Halla to see him finally ended. Because that's the way it was meant to be.

After completing his last journal, journal #37, Bobby had left the conclave with his two best friends in the world. For all he knew, this was the last time he would see this place before rejoining the other Travelers on Solara. The last time he would really be here with his two best friends, Mark Dimond and Courtney Chetwynde. Physically, at least. Spiritually, well…Bobby was still a little confused on that point.

"It's really over, isn't it?" Courtney was the first to break the silence. They had stopped outside the library. It's blackened walls and the crumbling lion statues were a sad reminder of the once proud building.

A piece of cloth scuttled along the pavement, pulled along by a swift breeze. It fluttered and crumpled against a tree. The cloth was a small red flag. With the symbol of a five-pointed star.

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "It really is over."

"So w-what happens now?" asked Mark. His stutter was back. He was nervous. So was Bobby.

"I don't know, I guess I'll just go back to Solara and do spirit stuff, you know?"

Mark chuckled. "Just don't go haunting anybody, okay?"

Bobby smiled in return. Then before he knew it, the three of them were laughing and crying and hugging. It was so good to be together again. Bobby wanted the moment to last forever.

Unfortunately, that's not what was meant to be.

"Pendragon."

Bobby spun around. He realized that he had tears in his eyes and quickly wiped them away with his sleeve.

Someone else was standing on that empty street. A tall someone who wore a dark cloak with the hood pulled up to obscure the person's features. A thought struck Bobby that perhaps Saint Dane wasn't dead after all and had come back to wreak havoc on all of Halla again, but he quickly dismissed the suspicion. The voice was familiar, but it was not Saint Dane.

The figure reached up and pulled the hood away to reveal who she was. "We've got a job to do, Pendragon, and we can't very much do it without you, now can we?"

"Kasha!" Bobby exclaimed, surprised.

The klee smiled a cat-like smile and said, "I'm glad to see you haven't forgotten about me already."

"Well, of course I haven't forgotten. It's been what, an hour?"

"Time is irrelevant, Pendragon," Kasha said. "For me it's been at least two days. But who's to say it hasn't been two months? Or two years?"

"Now you're going Uncle Press on me," Bobby pointed out. Then he tried to be serious again. "What's up, Kasha? Why did you come here?"

"To give you this" was her answer and she held out something. Something Bobby hadn't seen since the creation of the giant flume to get the exiles to Third Earth from Eelong. Something he had carried with him for about five years. It was a ring.

A Traveler ring.

Bobby didn't think he'd ever see it again, not since all the Travelers had used them to create the flume. He put it on his finger and smiled.

"And to tell you our job isn't done. At least, not yet."

"What do you mean?" Bobby asked.

"I mean we're not done being Travelers."

"Wait, you're leaving?" Courtney said, incredulous. "But, no way! We just got you back."

Bobby looked back at Courtney, into her lively gray eyes. He looked at Mark, his oldest friend. Then he looked to Kasha. The Traveler from Eelong.

"Are you serious?" he asked. "I thought the war was over. Saint Dane is gone. The territories are rebuilding."

"It seems that there is one more territory out there," Kasha said gravely. "And it is nearing its own turning point."

"Wait, there's eleven territories?"

Kasha nodded.

"But…how?"

"I don't know. But we are not the only Travelers to go to this new territory. Press wants us to see what's going on there. That's why I've come to get you," said Kasha.

The three let that sink in. It was a lot to process. Press had said that there were ten territories, seven individual worlds. Where had the eleventh come from? There was only one way to find out.

"Alright," Bobby agreed then to Mark and Courtney, "I've gotta do this. After all, I am a Traveler."

"Yeah, and you know we're with you. Always. Even if we are stuck on good ol' Earth," Courtney said. "But how will we know what you're up to?"

"I'll send you my journals," Bobby said, stating the obvious. "Like I always have."

"But I don't have the ring anymore, Bobby," Mark said glumly.

Oh. Right.

The ring had been lost along with Alexander Naymeer when Bobby had thrown him out of the hovering helicopter. It was a moment he didn't want to relive.

"And that is why Press told me to give you this," Kasha said and produced another ring. The ring that Loor's mother, Osa, had given to Mark all those years ago. Mark took it, staring at it in awe, and slipped it on his finger. He looked to Bobby. "Now we're ready."

"Good," said Bobby and he went to stand by Kasha's side. "I'll write as soon as I can."

"You'd better," Courtney said.

The two Travelers exchanged a glance. The flumes had been destroyed, but they didn't need them anymore.

"So where are we going?" Bobby asked. "You know, just out of curiosity."

Kasha took a deep breath. "I do not know what to expect as I have never actually been there. But I believe the place is called Faenon."

Together, they closed their eyes, took a step forward…and vanished.

Leaving Mark and Courtney alone on the deserted street by the library and the torn Ravinian flag.

"I sure wish we could have gone with them," said Mark.

"Yeah, me too," Courtney agreed. "But we can't travel. Not like they did. Not anymore."

"Let's go see if the Ave is still here in the future," Mark suggested. "I am just dying to get a box of Garden Poultry fries and some Dew. I haven't had any of that in five years."

"You read my mind," said Courtney. "Except for the Dew. Let's go."

And that's when Mark's ring started to twitch. He didn't know what it was at first. Until the lights. And the music.

"Already?" Courtney asked.

Mark placed the ring on the ground, watching it expand. He was excited. They both were.

Bobby's next journal was coming in.


A/N: Thank you for reading and please leave a review before you go, it doesn't take that much energy to do so. And I'll see if I can keep the updates consistent.