Here I am again!

Sorry for the lack of updates, but I suffer a serious computer crash and I had to format twice… now… with a brand new pc and finally being out of college exams, I'm ready to start again!

Enjoy this new instalment!

The storm was striking hard on the Nomad. The crew was trying to keep control of the situation, but the wind was just too much.

"Big brother! – Sinbad screamed on top of his lungs, watching horrified Doubar being struck against the rail by a wave – hold on!" he added, joining his older brother and helping him to regain the tiller.

"This is a bad one, little brother!"

"We have seen worse! – Sinbad yelled back – FIROUZ! Go in the galley and check on Maeve!" Sinbad instructed the inventor before jumping on a rope and starting to climb to check on the sails despite the wind. Meanwhile, Maeve was still chanting the spell, a faint halo of white glowing from the circle around her. She raised slowly her hands, and the room was filled of blinding light.

"How YOU dare, peasant witch?" Rumina growled, pushing harder her hands towards her seer pool, while Turok watched silently behind her.

"Little brother!" Doubar shouted from the tiller, making Sinbad looking down. The captain heart skipped a beat. A circle of white appeared on the deck, and was now rising to the sky.
"What's happening now?" Sinbad mumbled, fearing another trick of their enemy. He quickly made his way back to the Nomad, his hand already on the sword, and joined his brother at the tiller.
"Rumina?"
"Either her… or…"
Sinbad was interrupted by a blinding explosion of light, cutting the storm above them. Slowly, the cloud began to part, and a single ray of sun hit the Nomad.
"MAEVE!" Sinbad yelled smiling broadly, rising his sword above him in triumph while the darkness kept backing away, the sea calming back again.

Rumina paled, her brow glistening with sweat. She tried to put much effort on her spell, but she was near to faint in exhaustion.
"Father…" she whispered, and Turok was beside her in a heartbeat.
"Let me take care of her, Rumina…" the dark magician smiled, passing a comforting hand around his daughter waist.

Firouz was staring speechless to the show in front of him. Maeve was still in the middle of her cabin, a warm, white glow spreading from her raised hands.

"Way to go, Maeve!" Sinbad shouted, sprinting down the galley to Maeve's cabin. The storm was almost gone, and he wanted to be the first one to celebrate their sorceress. He stopped beside Firouz,but before he could try to pass the inventor and enter the cabin, he was stopped by the sight of Maeve's magic.

"You did correctly your job, Dim Dim…" Turok growled, watching inside Rumina's pool. He then wriggled his fingers, black dust falling in the water showing the sorceress.
"But I can do my job, too…"

Maeve felt a pang of black magic striking her, and she was totally unprepared to it, her mind focused on the last power of Rumina's spell. She fell on her knees, her hand clutching her heart.
"Turok…" she managed to whisper, before everything went to darkness.
"Maeve!" Sinbad called, sprinting to catch her before her head could touch the ground. The captain lifted carefully the limp body of the redhead, and placed her on the bed.
"Firouz… is she ok?" Sinbad whispered worriedly, while the inventor checked quickly on Maeve.
"She seems ok… she passed out."
"Did you hear what she said?" Sinbad asked quietly, glancing to his friend.
"Yeah. Turok... "

"Little brother…" Doubar mumbled from the door, Rongar beside him. He eyed with concernMaeve, laying pale on the bed.
"Is the lassie ok?"
"We don't know Doubar…"
"Technically, she is fine. But with magic involved, I suppose we'll have to wait her to wake up…" Firouz sighed rubbing his eyes. Sinbad nodded, his eyes never leaving the face of the celtic sorceress.

"Sinbad... - Doubar called quietly - the crew is waiting your orders to inspect the ship..."
The young Captain nodded again, tearing his eyes away from Maeve and looking to his brother.
"In a minute, Doubar - he announced before turning to face Firouz - Stay with her..."
The scientist nodded, and the Captain turned again to look at Dermott, perched on the head of the bed.
"You come with us... I want you to scout ahead for Rumina..."

The hawk screeched loudly, before flying through the open door. Sinbad smiled tiredly and, with a last glance to Maeve, he followed his brother to the deck.

In that same moment, Turok was laying tenderly his daughter on the cushions, and stroke same hairs out of her face.
"She's strong, father…" Rumina whispered tiredly.
"But we're stronger, daughter dearest…"

Bryn gave a final try to unlock the chains binding her.
"Here we go!" she smiled freeing her hand and lifting the cloth from her eyes.
"Maybe the luck is turning…"

TBC….

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