Hey! It's the sixth chapter, right? I'm too lazy to check. I'm soooo sorry it took so long to update last time! So I decided to make it up by posting another chapter faster. I know I said I was going to write Denduron sooner, but I don't have any ideas, so I'm holding it off until I get ideas. So enjoy this new chapter! Oh, almost forgot! Thanks to the reviewers, pottervspendragon and lazyal007. You guys are the best! On with the story!

The Boy with the Sacred Soul (Fusion for Pendragon forums)

Howie walked into Bobby's hospital room, having just got a phone call from the doctor. The doctor said to come and say his last goodbyes to Bobby. He did not expect the scene in front of him. Roxanne was curled on the bed, next to Bobby. Her head rested against his chest, rising and falling with his breathing. They were both sound asleep. So Bobby had survived. Roxanne stirred. Her eyelids fluttered, and then snapped open.

"Hey, Howie," she whispered.

Howie noticed a Travelers' ring clutched in her hand.

"Hey, Roxy," Howie whispered back. "What happened?"

"I brought him back to life!" Roxanne whispered/exclaimed to Howie.

"Did you really?" Howie asked. His tone signified unbelieving.

Roxanne caught his tone, and frown wrinkles slashed her smooth forehead. "You don't believe me?"

Howie shrugged and threw himself into the nearest chair. Roxanne sighed and got up to sit on the other chair. They both sat in silence until Bobby woke.

The first thing Bobby said when he woke up was "Wow. That was wild!"

"What was?" Howie questioned.

So Bobby told Howie his story about his after-life, never leaving out a single detail.

"So do you believe me now?" Roxanne questioned Howie.

"I do," Howie said, nodding his head.

"Good," Roxanne said with a smile.

Then the doctor walked in. When he saw that Bobby was perfectly healthy, the doctor fainted right then and there. Of course, by the time he woke, they were all gone.

They all knew nothing was wrong with Bobby, so he didn't need a pre-leaving once-over.

BOBBY'S JOURNAL

As we were leaving the hospital, I said, "Roxanne, you have to pick your new acolyte."

"Didn't forget," she said.

"Are you picking Howie?" I inquired.

"No, he doesn't want to be an acolyte. Isn't that right, Howie?" she said, playfully nudging him in the arm.

"Yep, sure is. It's too much work," Howie said.

"So is that were we are going? To meet your new acolyte?"

"Yes," she replied.

We walked for awhile. We stopped in front of a dingy warehouse with a sign that proclaimed, "'NITRA'GEN MECHANICS! IF I CAN'T FIX IT, IT'S A PIECE OF CRAP!" I laughed at the sign and walked in the building. Whoever owned this business must have a sense of humor.

It was an airy warehouse with oilskin shades. There were miscellaneous pieces of, what looked like transportation vehicles, littering the many shelves of the warehouse.

"Helloooooo!" Roxanne shouted, her voice echoing.

"Over here!" a girl's voice shouted.

I saw head of long, brown hair tied loosely in a ponytail pop up from below a boat-looking thing. The girl stood up fully. She wasn't beautiful, but she wasn't ugly. She had an icy blue eye and a vibrant green eye. Her face was spotted with oil. She was wearing loose, black jeans and a shapeless black T-shirt.

"Hey!" she said to Roxanne and Howie, "I'd give ya guys a hug, but I'm all oily." She noticed me. "Man, am I rude! I don't even introduce myself! Name's Nitra. It's a weird name, I know. With a name like Nitra, you need to be a mechanic!" she said, holding out an oily hand. "Oops, sorry," Nitra pulled her hand back and cleaned it with a stained towel she wore tucked into the waistband of her jeans. "There we go," she offered her hand back and I shook it.

"My name is Pendragon," I said, offering my hand in return.

She shook it. I took an immediate liking to Nitra, she was good acolyte material.

"Nice to meet cha, Pendragon," she told me. "What brings you here?" Nitra questioned Roxanne. "Here to test out your new racing vehicle? Man, it's a beaut."

"No, we are here for something much, much more important," Roxanne told Nitra.

So we told Nitra the whole story of the Travelers. She never once interrupted, but I could tell she was bursting with questions. She waited until we were done, then bombarded us with the questions. We answered all we could.

"Wow," was all Nitra could say after.

Roxanne offered her the ring that Remudi gave to me in my after-life. She took it and slipped it over her thumb. We had already explained how to work it to her.

"So when you go to Den-do-ran," she asked Roxanne, "this will light up and journals will come through? And I have to keep those journals safe, right?"

"That's the idea," said Roxanne.

"OK, thanks for giving me this honor," she told Roxanne.

"No problem, no one I'd rather choose," said Roxanne. "Hey, Nitra, I don't mean to be the charity case, but can we borrow some muls? We're kind of short."

"Sure," Nitra replied, "you know where I keep them."

"Thanks," Roxanne said, then left, heading toward the back of the warehouse with Howie following.

Nitra went back to working on what she had when we had first arrived.

"So, do you run this place by yourself?" I questioned Nitra.

"Yep; vehicles were always more reliable then the men that work on them," she said with a laugh. "Trust me. I would know."

Just then something from the west wing of the warehouse crashed to the floor. Nitra jumped up, her head hitting the silver, titanium shelf that was above her head. Ow, that was going to hurt in the morning.

"Charna's guts! (A/N: just had to throw that in for Cirque Du Freak fans!)"she swore, clutching her sore head. "Bobby, will you check what that was? Please? I would, but I think I'm going to pass out."

"Sure," I said, shrugging my shoulders. I walked over to the dark corner where I thought the noise came from. I saw parts scattered around all over the floor. I bent down to gather them and put them back on the self. Suddenly, a figure jumped out of the shadows and pulled my arms behind my back. Wow. I had just died, and now I was about to again. Can't a guy get a break around here?

"Who are you?" my assailant asked. He had a very familiar voice.

"I'm annoyed," I answered. I really was. Nobody would freaking leave me alone!

"No, I'm serious. Who are you?" he asked again.

Just then another figure jumped down from the top tier of the stacked shelves. My attacker didn't notice because the figure landed silently, like a cat. The figure waved at me and tapped my holder with a single finger. He turned around and… got slapped. He was so surprised, he dropped my arms. While he was busy recovering, the mysterious figure roundhouse kicked him to the face. He collapsed like a bag of potatoes. The figure reached in their boot and pulled out something. I backed away, afraid it was a knife. My savior shook the object and a light burst from it. It was a flashlight. My rescuer shined the light on their face.

"Hey, Bobby," it was Roxanne. "I just saved your ass!"

I laughed nervously. I turned to the unconscious body lying on the warehouse floor, while thinking I didn't know Roxanne could fight like that!

I turned the body over and shined the light on their face. I was shocked by who it was.

It was Mark Dimond, my former acolyte and best friend.

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Oh! Cliffy! You might be wondering why Mark is here, when I was originally writing to Mark and Courtney. Well, it is like The Quillan Games ending, except Bobby [spoiler doesn't yet know that Mark is evil. So that's the chapter. I hope you liked it! Thanks!