Chapter Three: Cast the spell, Babbit!

Disclaimer: I don't own Slayers, or any of their characters. However, I own Babbit, Yeshta, Pickle, and Slipper. Varunia belongs to my sister.

Note: This is the sequel to "The Dragon Slave Recovery Spell". Please see it for reference as to what exactly happened with Rezo. ^_^

Enjoy!

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In the morning, she was quite excited about the spell. After a quick breakfast of an omelet, she set off in the direction that Rezo said the crater was in. She found it in relatively short time, and started taking things out of her pack in preparation for the spell. It was not a difficult spell, but required proper preparations and a good deal of time.

"But I have all the time in the world." She muttered to herself. She took a moment of time to clear some weeds from a patch of soil, and began drawing a diagram. The crater itself was not large, as Dragon Slave craters go, but Babbit could think of at least three different villages that could have fit in it. There were some plants growing along the walls of the crater, mostly weeds, but some moss as well. She chanted an incantation as she drew, being very careful to pour the right amount of magical energy in to each section. She wondered for just an instant if a diagram on paper would work just as well as one carved in the ground, but quickly forgot the thought, as this required a very large amount of her attention. Finally, when the diagram was complete, she stood over it, and chanted the final words of the spell. The diagram glowed, and magical energy poured out, much more then Babbit had put it, as part of the diagram included a magic amplifier. When the light from the diagram died down, the crater had been filled in and now was covered in a grassy plain. She smiled to herself. She knew that the restored land would be very good to live on, and it was only a matter of time before someone discovered it. She wobbled on her feet, and fell to her knees.

"Oh!" She gasped. The spell had exhausted her body. Before, when Rezo had cast it, he was channeling his magical energy through her, and she couldn't feel the exhaustion as much. She heard a few voices chuckling behind her, and turned a little bit to face them. There were three men who looked to be the unlawful type.

"Well, isn't this convenient? And here we were just thinking about how we needed a little income." The tallest one commented dryly.

"This should be fun." Another one agreed.

"Stay away from me." Babbit whispered. She desperately tried to draw up enough magical energy for a fireball, but failed, falling foreword again. Her face pressed against the soft dirt. I can't die like this… She thought, and struggled to make her body move. None of her limbs obeyed her command, so she remained on the dirt as the thieves approached. A tear slid down her face, dampening the soil.

"Stop." Rezo appeared, standing between the fallen Babbit and the thieves. "You will not touch her."

"Ma... Ma... Mazoku!" One of them screamed, and they all ran away. In that moment, Babbit was very relieved that she had come to know Rezo.

"Are you all right?" He asked, kneeling beside her.

"I can't move." She answered quietly. Again, she tried to move her limbs, and failed.

"Draw energy from me." He offered, reaching a hand down to her. His hand brushed lightly against her forehead, as he gave her energy.

"Stop." She whispered slowly. "That's enough, I don't want to hurt you." Another tear slid down her face. The energy stopped flowing.

"Dear child, do not worry. I will not be harmed." He smiled. She pushed herself in to a sitting position with her arms.

"I'll make it back to the inn on my own." She rose slowly to her feet. "Please don't help me." She felt a bit bad for saying that after he rescued her, but didn't want to be so weak that she needed a ghost to carry her every time she fell down.

"I understand." He disappeared. She wondered for a moment if she had offended him terribly. She turned her attention to getting back to the inn. She would rest first, and worry later.

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Well, well, Babbit! That wasn't very kind of you! What will the readers think? What's that? They can tell you when they review? That's true! R&R, please! "^_^"