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Blue Eyes, White Horse, and a Chakram

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Chapter 50: Clues

"Xena?" Gabrielle called.

"In here," replied Xena, poking her head out of the doorway and beckoning the bard to follow her inside.

Gabrielle entered through the magical doorway and greeted Xena, Solan, and the two Herald-Mages.

"Xena, Lysander said that you needed me," the bard asked.

"Yes, want you to look at something, Where's Callisto?"

"She was sleeping, I asked Jewels to keep an eye on her."

Xena nodded. "Here," she said as she handed the scroll to Gabrielle. "What do you make of this?"

Gabrielle took the scroll from her lover. "It's in Greek." Her eyes got wide as she came to the same realization that Xena had. "All this time, we've been reading, speaking, writing in another language?"

"Yeah. Funny, I didn't even realize. It never occurred to me that this place would have a different language. We didn't have any problems communicating," Xena replied.

"Must have been a side effect from that book," Gabrielle commented.

"Or the work of the Starry-eyed," Xena agreed. "But it doesn't matter. Next time we see her we can ask." Xena shifted her focus, motioning to the scroll. "Gabrielle, read it."

Gabrielle's eyes got wide. "Xena, I wrote this."

"I know."

"It's more then that though. It's the whole poem. It's the one that Lyron read to me when I asked him about the Dark Lord. I wrote the first part, but it flows, here," she said pointing to the middle of the page. "Here is the passage that Lyron read to me. And the end is here too. I don't understand though, according to Lyron, this was written around the time of the Mage Wars, by a bard named Marai."

"Odd. Why would you come up with a poem that is the same as one that is centuries old, and from a totally different world?" Xena pondered aloud.

"When Lyron read that passage to me, I had a feeling it was familiar, and now I understand what it's about… it's about you and me," the bard answered, "The first part, what I wrote and what it says here:

Blue eyes, I see them

Staring at me across the fire.

The darkness chased away by the flame

The dark of night becomes the bright of day,

A choice was made, and we are together

And together our journey

Through time we travel

The magic we have always growing stronger

One day I know that magic may waiver

But as time flows, we shall flow with it.

For we are meant to be

Together

"That was the end of my poem, but here it continues" the bard said and continued to recite.

Magic shall leave the land

The Lord of the Dark will rise

The land will fall in shadow

The light will come from darkness

Joined it will be, evenly matched

Far the darkness will travel

Bringing with it the light

Only together the light be

A test will come

Strong in battle as well as heart

Trust must be had

For the spirit children will lead the way

Together, we will be

"All by the last verse is what Lyron has in his book. But it makes sense to me now. Xena it's talking about us. Our relationship, how you came from the darkness and together we stand in the light. We travel through time, just like we did with the Starry-eye's help. Magic leaving the land… All the mage, and the accidents…it all flows together"

"Yes, it seems that way," Xena agreed, while seemingly deep in thought.

"We need to break it down, study it, and see what we can learn from it. If it's truly a clue, having hints from your past and present, then it may tell the future as well." suggested Quinn.

"Yes, I think I should show this is Lyron. He knows a lot about this Marai, maybe he can see more into this."

"Good idea, Gabrielle. Why don't you take it to him and see what he thinks. We'll stay here a bit longer and see what else we can find."

"Alright, see you in a bit for dinner?" Gabrielle asked.

"You bet," Xena answered with a smile.

Gabrielle took the scroll and headed out to find Lysander, and then to find the Master Bard. Hopefully he'd have time to meet with her.

"Mother?" asked Solan, as they watched the bard ride off.

"That last part of the poem, said the words spirit children. Isn't that what you and Gabrielle call me and Callisto?"

Xena sighed, "Yes, that's what the Starry-eyed One referred to both of you as." Xena paused and with a bit of scold in her voice added, "We really have to work on that eavesdropping."