Chapter 33
Trouble moaned as he crawled free from the ruined shuttle. He saw Holly unharmed, but shaken, stirred, and possibly scrambled as well. Grub was alternating between fits of crying, screaming, and all out panic.
They knew that their home was under siege and probably either falling or fallen at the moment. It was a devastating moment, and that would be if Trouble and Grub weren't barely conscious and Holly badly banged up in ways her Magic couldn't totally heal.
They glanced around at the wreckage, nearly a mile of a furrow in the dirt leading to where the cabin rested against a rock. One of the three engines was shattered with wreckage strewn about in all directions, the other three were more or less intact, but most likely non-recoverable.
The stench of smoke filled the air as Grub grabbed the medical kit and passed it to Holly before curling up behind a rock, he was shaking badly and was barely conscious as it was, the kid needed sleep.
This was going to get worse if it was uncovered. Holly knew that the enemy Haven faced was not the whole race of mudmen, but a small group. It was a group that she saw as Anton Blacks enemy as well as the Fairies now. She had no idea how to deal with the threat she was now facing.
At least Foaly had sent the warning, hopefully several of the fairies escaped, though Tara was now basically abandoned, that had already been identified because it had been mostly empty when the flare-up earlier had occurred.
Trouble coughed, he had some nasty injuries and was the most serious. She knew where she had to go, but wasn't sure how to get to Anton's home. It was their one chance for help at the moment.
* * * * *
"Something's wrong," Anton said to Wraith as he glanced over at his friend in the copilots chair.
"What?"
"The fairies are in trouble," he responded, "I can see it, I'm doing a flyover of where I sense it, I feel pain, one or all of them is in pain."
"Point us in the right direction and I'll take over," Wraith said as he keyed up his controls.
"Thanks," Anton responded as he swerved the aircraft towards a section of Ireland not to far from where he lived, "On course."
"Hotspot on the sensors," Wraith said immediately, "Its dead on our course, bringing us low for a flyby."
"Roger," Anton said as he grabbed the controls back, "I'll take back over."
"Sensors going haywire, damage consistent with aircraft or low orbit space craft."
"Its them," Anton replied as he brought the craft around again, "I've found them."
A slight smile crossed his face as he extended the landing gear and settled in by the only living energy sources he could detect.
* * * * *
"How did he find us," Holly mumbled as she saw the crafts cloaking field deactivate and Anton step out in full gear.
"You all right?" he asked as he and Wraith dashed over to them with the Phantoms first aid kits.
"Now that you're here," she responded before she blacked out.
Trouble moaned as he crawled free from the ruined shuttle. He saw Holly unharmed, but shaken, stirred, and possibly scrambled as well. Grub was alternating between fits of crying, screaming, and all out panic.
They knew that their home was under siege and probably either falling or fallen at the moment. It was a devastating moment, and that would be if Trouble and Grub weren't barely conscious and Holly badly banged up in ways her Magic couldn't totally heal.
They glanced around at the wreckage, nearly a mile of a furrow in the dirt leading to where the cabin rested against a rock. One of the three engines was shattered with wreckage strewn about in all directions, the other three were more or less intact, but most likely non-recoverable.
The stench of smoke filled the air as Grub grabbed the medical kit and passed it to Holly before curling up behind a rock, he was shaking badly and was barely conscious as it was, the kid needed sleep.
This was going to get worse if it was uncovered. Holly knew that the enemy Haven faced was not the whole race of mudmen, but a small group. It was a group that she saw as Anton Blacks enemy as well as the Fairies now. She had no idea how to deal with the threat she was now facing.
At least Foaly had sent the warning, hopefully several of the fairies escaped, though Tara was now basically abandoned, that had already been identified because it had been mostly empty when the flare-up earlier had occurred.
Trouble coughed, he had some nasty injuries and was the most serious. She knew where she had to go, but wasn't sure how to get to Anton's home. It was their one chance for help at the moment.
* * * * *
"Something's wrong," Anton said to Wraith as he glanced over at his friend in the copilots chair.
"What?"
"The fairies are in trouble," he responded, "I can see it, I'm doing a flyover of where I sense it, I feel pain, one or all of them is in pain."
"Point us in the right direction and I'll take over," Wraith said as he keyed up his controls.
"Thanks," Anton responded as he swerved the aircraft towards a section of Ireland not to far from where he lived, "On course."
"Hotspot on the sensors," Wraith said immediately, "Its dead on our course, bringing us low for a flyby."
"Roger," Anton said as he grabbed the controls back, "I'll take back over."
"Sensors going haywire, damage consistent with aircraft or low orbit space craft."
"Its them," Anton replied as he brought the craft around again, "I've found them."
A slight smile crossed his face as he extended the landing gear and settled in by the only living energy sources he could detect.
* * * * *
"How did he find us," Holly mumbled as she saw the crafts cloaking field deactivate and Anton step out in full gear.
"You all right?" he asked as he and Wraith dashed over to them with the Phantoms first aid kits.
"Now that you're here," she responded before she blacked out.