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Jenna raced towards me.

"Isaac, you have to save Felix!" she cried, dashing right past.

"Of course!" I shouted, jumping ten feet straight up and grabbing Felix from Alex's hands. I plummeted down to the ground, but inches before my inevitable demise Jenna flew by on great red wings and snatched both of us. She flew us towards Luna, the moon, which surprisingly enough looked like Kraden's head.

We landed and Garet crawled out of a hole from the white ground of the moon.

"Wake up!" he called "Wake up!"

"Wake up!" the real Garet shouted. I blinked. I realized I had been dreaming. Of course I had been-Jenna couldn't fly! Luna didn't look like Kraden's head and Garet didn't live on it and I couldn't jump ten feet straight up. How had I thought that was reality?
Because my reality is almost as weird, I answered myself.

"Wake up! We were wrong, Isaac! The ship leaves today!" Garet told me.

I sat bolt upright, leaped out of bed, and got myself ready. Then I turned. "Now?"
Garet grinned. "No. Around five this evening."

I glared at him.

Just then, Mia poked her head into the room. "Aren't you going to get up already? Ivan already picked up the herbs from Orilla, I already bought clothing for myself and Ivan's buying his right now and I'm ready to go to the weapons booth!"
I switched my glare to her, which she coolly countered. "I'm already up! I was just about to leave!"

"Oh, all right." she relented. "Are both of you ready?"
Garet and I nodded and followed her down the hall.

We went to the armor stall first.

I inspected his wares carefully. I spotted some chain mail. "How much is that mail, sir?"

"Let's see...two thousand." the armor dealer answered, checking his list.

I dug in my wallet and came up short. I needed only a single coin. I nudged Garet. "Garet, can I borrow a coin?"
His eyes narrowed. "How much?"

"Just what I said. A coin." I answered.

Garet pulled out a single coin. "What could that buy?"
"Some chain mail, when combined with one thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine others." I replied, dropping the currency in my wallet and holding it out for the man.

He emptied the wallet onto a scale. "Yes, that should be right. Here's your chain mail, your wallet, and your ticket." The dealer pulled a familiar-looking ticket from a jar.

Flint, you said those were rare! I accused.

I got the mental picture of a blush. They were the last time I was on Weyard!

I rolled my eyes and took my purchases and wallet. Garet paid for some chain mail of his own.

Mia was waiting for us at the weapon stall. In her hand she held a rod, clearly her new weapon of choice. "Are you two going to buy anything here?"
I looked at Garet. He shook his head. I mimicked the gesture. "I guess we're both out of money."

Mia rolled her eyes. "What did you two buy? Lady Layana gave us all a ton of coins!"
"Well," Garet started, "we both pitched in for the herbs."
"But you two were asleep!" she exclaimed.

"Ivan asked us last night," Garet explained.

"All right. But you still should have had at least three thousand left!"

I gave her a strange look. "You're right. But I didn't even have two thousand."

Garet shrugged. "I had two thousand and fifty."

"Someone stole our money! A thief!" I declared.

Mia frowned. "But why you two, and not Ivan and-hey! I had six thousand last night..."
"How'd you get so much?" Garet demanded.

"I did some healing back in Vault," she explained. "But anyway, I had six thousand, and I bought this for three thousand eight hundred. Now I have around two thousand. The extra two hundred is gone!"

My eyes widened. "But what about Ivan?"
Mia shrugged. "I don't know. But here he comes now. You can ask him."

I looked up. Sure enough, the young Jupiter Adept was striding toward us. He was holding four hats made of mail. "Hello!" he called.

"Ivan, some money was missing from our wallets," I started.

He cut me off. "That was me."
"You?!" we all repeated.

Ivan nodded. "Yes. I didn't have enough money myself for all of these mail caps so I borrowed just as much as I needed. I'm sorry...I just wanted to surprise everyone."
I was starting to recover from the shock. "It's all right," I assured him. "Don't worry about it." I took a mail cap from him. It fitted my head perfectly. "Thanks!"

The others followed my lead, murmuring "Thank you,".

Ivan grinned. "Now, I'll show you the rest of Kalay!"

Ivan proceeded to show us the grand tour of Kalay, promising that we'd revisit the palace for a tour of there afterward. He even led us to a secret cave.

Motioning for us to follow, he slipped into the narrow passageway. Enetering, I saw the water that poured down...and a Mars Djinni!

"How do we get over there?" I asked Ivan.

He smiled. "That's a drain. All you need to do is block the flow of water."
So I pushed a statue in the way and we continued over to the Mars Djinni. She (or I think it was a she) smiled at us.

"You must be Adepts. I'm Scorch."
"Hi, Scorch!" Quartz flung herself at the Djinni happily. "Heard any news?"
"No. I haven't even heard from Ember! And she calls herself my best friend!" Scorch glared at the wall in a very Jenna-like way.

Garet must have been thinking that, too, for he nudged me and whispered, "It reminds me of Jenna."

"I heard that! And I'm a she, not an it!" Scorch shouted.

Pop! "Hi, Scorch, great to see you, how's it going?" greeted Flint in his squeaky voice.

Pop! "S-scorch?" wondered Sap. "Um, hello, Scorch."

Pop! "Scorch! Hi!" exclaimed Granite.

Pop! "Hey, Scorch! It's you!" Vine yelled.

Pop! Pop! Pop! "Oh, it's Scorch." grumped Forge.

"Achoo! Hi, Scorch!" Fever sneezed weakly.

"Hi, Scorch!"

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

"Scorch, are you going to join these virtuous knights on their perilous quest?" Gust wanted to know.

"Hmph. At least it's not a Venus Djinni." sniffed Breeze.

"I don't trust her," remarked Zephyr.

"I do hope you have more sense than to join this hopeless mission. Don't," Smog advised.

"Who? Torch?" Kite wondered.

Pop! Pop! Pop! Pop!

Fizz started sobbing tears of joy.

"Shut up," Sleet said crabbily.

Mist yawned. "Let's get this over with."
"You're a warrior Djinni, aren't you?"

I took a few steps back, nearly falling off the platform. How many did this make? I started counting. Including Scorch, there were exactly eighteen Djinn. I felt dizzy.

"Eighteen," muttered Ivan. "Eighteen!"

Scorch considered. "I'll join you." she decided.

Forge groaned. "No, no, no..."
"Not another word out of you unless you want to become toast!" Scorch threatened.

I rolled my eyes. Eighteen Djinn...