The bright morning sun arose in the sky and shone its warm rays across the deck of the nomad. Sunlight peeked through a small round lookout window in the cabin of one sorceress, causing her to stir. Moaning, she put a hand up to her head. Her eyes shot open and she searched her chest frantically for an arrow and a puncture wound. Finding none, she frowned. 'I should be dead, why am I not dead?"
Maeve remembered in vivid clarity what had happened the day before.

Suddenly there was a persistent knocking as before, and the same voice calling out, "Are you planning to join the land of the living?!"

Maeve's eye widened when she heard the familiar greeting.
Throwing the covers back she climbed out of bed. "This cant be happening, its just not possible. No kind of magic can make time stand still." Shaking her head she opened her cabin door and made her way to the surface, already knowing what she would be greeted with.


Above deck Sinbad was fighting the burning desire to go check on Maeve, to make sure she was still breathing below deck in her cabin. He knew the thought was ridiculous. They hadn't left the ship in the past three days and nothing aboard could harm her except for Forouz's exploding sticks.

At that time Maeve came walking out of the cabin, she had a frown on her face and her expression was grim. "Ah,…"

"She awakes, I know, and I don't need my beauty sleep." She grumbled.

"How did you know.."

She cast her eyes heavenward and wondered how she was to explain this. Would they believe her? Did she even believe herself? "Because its happened before, all of this has happened before." She said calmly, trying to appear nonchalant. She couldn't let them see that she was scared, that wouldn't help in getting them to believe her. "This day has repeated itself twice now Sinbad," she began, putting her hand on his arm. "We both died." The last was whispered as she gazed pleadingly into his eyes, hoping he would believe her.

"Maeve? Are you all right?" Sinbad asked, reaching out and grasping her by the shoulders so he could look into her eyes. He could always tell if she were hiding something from him by the way her eyes wouldn't meet his.

"I'm fine," out of the corner of her eye she saw Forouz working to make some bigger and better exploding sticks and she quickly headed over to him. "Wait, don't!" She yelled, she reached over and grabbed all of the material and threw them over board.

"Maeve! I was in the middle of making more…" Forouz said, shocked that Maeve would do something so bold and rude.

"Yes I know but that is what causes everything! That is why we always dock at the same port, that is why we all keep getting killed!" She screamed. "And you all don't believe me."

"Yeah well now we have to stop for some more materials so I can finish making my exploding sticks." Forouz said, angrily.

"Excuse me Captain but there is an Island not far ahead."
Came a meek voice from behind the group.

"Good work Gustaph. Lets set sail with the sails we have and hope we get there!" Sinbad yelled, still laughing a little. "We needed a little vacation time anyway." Sinbad said, as he patted his brother on the back. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Fine, I guess no matter what we are destined to stop on this Island." Maeve muttered, "Since we are going we stay away from the sword fighting, and no food for Doubar or
Forouz."

Forouz and Doubar exchanged looks of horror. No food?


Once again the ship docked and the group headed into town.
Before the elderly woman could approach them, Maeve grabbed Sinbad by the arm and drug the whole group to the left side of the town.

The road to the left looked very similar to the other side and it also met in the center where the sword fighting was.
This time however the group got a good view of exactly where the riders came from. There weren't just seven of them, there was about fifteen and they split down the middle, half going one way, half going the other.

Maeve searched around frantically for any of the elder's but none were on this path.

"Who are these guys?" Sinbad asked, drawing his sword.

"I don't know but they are here to kill the town elder's and if we don't save each and every one of them, we will be doomed to start this day over again." Maeve said, as she tried to think of a quick solution to this problem.

"How do you know this?" Bryn asked.

"I told you, this day has happened before." Maeve said, her eyes watching the riders get closer. She gasped as she saw one of the rider's lifts his hands,and a ray of fire shoots from his fingertips. The group flinched back but they were directly in the line of fire.