Chapter 43
Trouble Kelp slowly shook his head as he woke up. He glanced around him at the dim lights as he slowly remembered what had happened.
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"We're losing power!" he yelled back at Holly as she finished with the comms.
"If it wasn't enough that Haven's in trouble," she answered as Grub shrieked from the second seat.
"Holly," Trouble said as he struggled with the controls, "You're the better pilot, take over!"
"It's not working!"
"We're doomed!" Grub screamed as he tightened his crash straps.
* * * * *
With that he returned to the present, his head aching as he crawled to his feet, noticing the IV in his wrist and slowly drew it out of a bandaged arm. He realized where he was when he noticed a figure standing at the door.
"What happened?" he muttered, half to himself.
"Your ship crashed, Blaze felt it somehow, not really sure how," Wraith answered as he leaned back against the door.
"That's one more question to get an answer for, our home was attacked and suddenly we lost power," Trouble said calmly as he forced his emotions down, "It seems that we have a common enemy."
"I had already determined that after my conversation with Ms. Koboi," Wraith responded as he headed into the room and sat down on the chair in the corner, one of the few pieces of furniture in the sparsely decorated room, "Also, he noticed that you weren't healing after we found you unlike the time your friends were here."
"Low on magic, can't even shield," Trouble responded as he climbed to his feet.
"How do you recharge it, we might be able to help," the Shadespeaker responded slowly as he pondered the plight of his elven friends
"There is a ritual my kind does to replenish it, we need an oak tree to perform it." Trouble said hesitantly, believing that the mudman would already be getting a mind wipe so why not tell the man what he needed to know.
"Are there any other factors?"
"It needs to be old, very old."
"Does it matter the type of oak, there is one here that is centuries old, yet it is currently the only one of its kind, though its type I do not know."
"That is not a prerequisite, though it needs to be a full moon."
"So that moon is worth more than a silver call for those who here the call of a lycanthrope," Wraith whispered as he opened the blinds, "But the moon is full tonight, and your brother is also awake, but in a bad shape, I believe that he will be better off if he regains that power."
"That is a good suggestion."
"Then let us proceed with that plan," Wraith said, his emotionless mask slipping for a moment to reveal a smile.
Trouble Kelp slowly shook his head as he woke up. He glanced around him at the dim lights as he slowly remembered what had happened.
* * * * *
"We're losing power!" he yelled back at Holly as she finished with the comms.
"If it wasn't enough that Haven's in trouble," she answered as Grub shrieked from the second seat.
"Holly," Trouble said as he struggled with the controls, "You're the better pilot, take over!"
"It's not working!"
"We're doomed!" Grub screamed as he tightened his crash straps.
* * * * *
With that he returned to the present, his head aching as he crawled to his feet, noticing the IV in his wrist and slowly drew it out of a bandaged arm. He realized where he was when he noticed a figure standing at the door.
"What happened?" he muttered, half to himself.
"Your ship crashed, Blaze felt it somehow, not really sure how," Wraith answered as he leaned back against the door.
"That's one more question to get an answer for, our home was attacked and suddenly we lost power," Trouble said calmly as he forced his emotions down, "It seems that we have a common enemy."
"I had already determined that after my conversation with Ms. Koboi," Wraith responded as he headed into the room and sat down on the chair in the corner, one of the few pieces of furniture in the sparsely decorated room, "Also, he noticed that you weren't healing after we found you unlike the time your friends were here."
"Low on magic, can't even shield," Trouble responded as he climbed to his feet.
"How do you recharge it, we might be able to help," the Shadespeaker responded slowly as he pondered the plight of his elven friends
"There is a ritual my kind does to replenish it, we need an oak tree to perform it." Trouble said hesitantly, believing that the mudman would already be getting a mind wipe so why not tell the man what he needed to know.
"Are there any other factors?"
"It needs to be old, very old."
"Does it matter the type of oak, there is one here that is centuries old, yet it is currently the only one of its kind, though its type I do not know."
"That is not a prerequisite, though it needs to be a full moon."
"So that moon is worth more than a silver call for those who here the call of a lycanthrope," Wraith whispered as he opened the blinds, "But the moon is full tonight, and your brother is also awake, but in a bad shape, I believe that he will be better off if he regains that power."
"That is a good suggestion."
"Then let us proceed with that plan," Wraith said, his emotionless mask slipping for a moment to reveal a smile.