Bobby opened the scroll. He was wrong. The scroll was not from Denduron, rather from Zadaa, the home territory of his friend Loor. This is what the note read.

Pendragon,

This is Loor. I have encountered strange things here on Zadaa lately. I have seen many quigs lately. But they have spikes running down their backs. The water is also running low once again, and if you do receive this message, that proves that something is going to happen. But I have figured one thing out. Do not trust

That was were the letter ended. But not by force. The rest of the letter was burned off.

"What do you think that's about?" Spader asked.

"I'm not sure," Bobby replied. "But I'm going to check it out. Loor could be in danger."

"I'm coming with, Pendragon!" Spader shouted. "Don't think that since the message was for you, you can go alone!"

"You need to stay here, Spader." Bobby said. "Second Earth is in your hands now."

"But…." Spader pleaded. But Bobby was already out the door. "That bastard," Spader said. "I'll get him for that."

Bobby arrived at the abandoned train station, where his journey had begun eight years ago when Uncle Press had interrupted his first kiss with Courtney Chetwynde.

Bobby removed the wood from the entrance, and stepped inside. Papers littered the floor, and a rotten smell rotted the abandoned station. A sudden blast of light, and a trail rolled through quicker than a bullet. Bobby stepped closer to the tracks, and stepped down. He walked down towards the door to the flume, where he would be transported to Zadaa. He arrived at the door. The blue star that had once marked the door was now faded, and the door was moth eaten.

Bobby pushed the door open, and stepped inside the flume. He stepped forward, and yelled.

"Zadaa!" he yelled. Nothing happened for a few minutes. Suddenly a burst of light appeared followed by the enchanting music.

I'm coming Loor. He said in his mind.

Unfortunately, the flume wasn't picking him up. Instead, a man appeared.

"Bobby Pendragon," he said in a familiar voice. "Long time no see!"

"Who are you?" Bobby asked crossly. He began to sweat. Who was this guy, and how could he use the flumes but he couldn't?

The man laughed. "That shall be explained later, Bobby. For now, I need you to come with me."

"But who are you?" Bobby demanded. "I will not come with you unless you tell me who the hell you are."

"Fine. I am Saint Azarus. Six years ago, when you destroyed Saint Dane, his soul was placed into my body."

"So you're like a reincarnation of him?" Bobby asked. A faint memory formed in his mind of the battle in Ibara, the territory of fire and home of Saint Dane…he remembered seeing small yellow eyes looking out from behind Saint Dane's legs….

"Exactly. Saint Dane lives and thrives inside of me. But he's had a change of heart. He's on your side now. We want to help you find the souls of your friends and bring them back to life."

This all made since, but one question was tugging at Bobby. "This is all cool and all, but who is the enemy?" A small grinned appeared on Saint Azarus's face, but quickly disappeared.

"Vo Spader is the enemy." he said. "Haven't you noticed that he's been trying to follow you everywhere you go? It's a good thing that you've shrugged him off. He wants to stop you."
"Is he a pawn, on is he the main enemy?" Bobby asked. This man was confusing him, but also make sense, in a dark way.

"He is second in command. Remember when he was stuck on Eelong with Gunny? There he met a man by the name of Saint Raux. Raux told him of the powers he would have if he joined him, and Spader agreed to the power. He then killed your friend Gunny."

"Damn it!" Bobby yelled. "He told me that Gunny died from an attack from a Klee! That bastard….." Bobby lowered his head in shame. "To think I trusted him…." Azarus smiled.

"Come with me, Bobby." Azarus said.

"I can't." he said. "I have to talk to someone first, and it can't be you. Move the hell aside, our I will kill you." Azarus laughed.

"Yes, I shall let you go. But be warned, Bobby. The territories have changed in ways you might not want to see. Spader and Saint Raux are very strong. They've already hit six territories. And the destruction of one territory messes up the other territories." It all made since now. Loor's letter told him to watch out for….the pieces of the puzzle now fit together. The letter was instructing him to watch out for Spader.

"Since when?" Bobby asked.

"Since now." Saint Azarus said. Azarus turned and faced the flume. "Ibara!" he called. The music began, and the craggy rocks turned into the crystal substance. Saint Azarus turned around and faced Bobby. "Goodbye for now, Pendragon." he called, and disappeared into the flume. When the music stopped, Bobby stepped up to the flume.

"Zadaa!" he yelled. Nothing happened.

"It's not Zadaa anymore, Pendragon." came a too familiar voice.

"You traitor!" Bobby yelled, turning around. He pulled the knife off of his belt, and pointed it at the cold face of Vo Spader.

"What the hell are you talking about, Pendragon?" Spader asked. "I just came here to tell you that I received a message from Patrick of Third Earth. He said that Zadaa is now called 'Dark Zadaa.' That's why the flume isn't reacting when you yell Zadaa."

"You be quiet!" Bobby yelled. "I know that your kindness towards me is just an act! You don't have to lie anymore, you traitor!" Bobby turned towards the flume and yelled.

"Dark Zadaa!" The rocks transformed, and the music started once again. The flume picked Bobby up, and he was on his way to Zadaa. Dark Zadaa.

The flume dropped Bobby off in an unfamiliar place. Everything was dark here. Buildings were covered by shadows, and the sand felt colder than the snow of Denduron. It seemed that now, the Rokador and the Batu had solved there issues, because Bobby saw people of both races chatting freely. I stepped forward, not needing to change clothes to fit the territory. Whispers came from every direction. I had a feeling they were all about me.

"Its Pendragon…" he heard. "he must be here for her…" Bobby walked up to a random person.

"Um, excuse me sir, but do you know where the girl Loor is?" The mans faced became sad.

"Loor is…" he bowed his head in sorrow. "Loor is dead." That hit Bobby hard.

"Dead? BUT I JUST RECEIVED A MESSAGE FROM HER ABOUT A HALF HOUR AGO!"

"Loor's death was just about a half hour ago." The man said. "She was killed by a man wearing a red cloak. A black scarf covered his mouth, and he wore a hood over his head. He had brown hair, and chilling blue eyes.

"You must be mistaken," Hadn't Saint Azarus been wearing clothes like that? He thought back to his encounter with the strange reincarnation of the demon Traveler Saint Dane. Come to think of it…he had been wearing a grey suit, like the one Saint Dane had worn when he first saw Bobby.

"I don't believe I'm mistaken, sir." the man said confidently.

"I'm sorry," Bobby said. "This death is just…messing with my head, you know?" The man nodded, but Bobby knew that the man didn't know and he didn't care at all. "Can you at least tell me where her body is?" Bobby asked.

"That is something I can do." the man said. "Its over there, lying on the ground." Bobby turned in the direction the man's finger was pointing, and saw the body.

"Thank you, sir." Bobby said. He ran off toward his dead friend.

When he arrived at the body, the tears began to fall.

"Damn it, Loor…." he said. "Why'd you have to die on me? We didn't exactly end things on the greatest note…

Bobby had just won the final battle against Saint Dane. He arrived back at the apartment building, where Loor, Patrick, Aja, Alder, and Serenity, the Traveler from Quillan were watching the final battle against Saint Dane.

"Good job, you two!" Everyone except for Loor yelled at Bobby and Spader. Loor walked up to Bobby.

"Hey Loor!" Bobby said happily. "We won! It's over now!"

"It may be over Pendragon, but who knows for how long." Bobby opened his mouth to reply, but Loor clamped it shut. "We're taking this to the other room." Bobby and Loor stepped into a different room.

"I could have fought that battle, Pendragon. I felt worthless here watching. You almost died. Your lucky that you caught Saint Dane when you did."

"I care too much about you, Loor." Bobby said, placing a hand on her shoulder. .

"I don't care, Pendragon!" she yelled, pulling his hand off. "Other Travelers died for the cause of destroying Saint Dane! So why can't I?"

"I told you, I care too much about you!"

"What about Courtney, Pendragon?" Loor said. "You let her fight, and look where it got you. She's dead now. And how did she die? Oh yes, I believe she died fighting. And she was only an Acolyte, and she even wanted to kill Saint Dane. I'm sick of you, Pendragon. Do not ever come visit me on Zadaa. I will live my life happily without you." Loor stormed out of the room, and back into the party. Bobby stayed behind, thinking about his stupidity.

"Loor…Courtney…" he said to himself. The only words spoken to Loor after that were Goodbye, and then they all departed back to their home territories.

"Loor…" he said. "I'm sorry for being a dumbass. I should have let you fight….I shouldn't have let love get in the way." he bowed his head. "I guess you can't answer my questions now."

"Pendragon?" came a familiar voice. "What happened?" It was Loor's old friend Bokka.

"It's Loor, Bokka." Bobby said. "She's dead." Bokka stared at the body.

"CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT, PENDRAGON?" he yelled. "YOU'RE A TRAVELER! USE YOUR POWERS!"

"I can't," Bobby replied. "As much as I hate to say it, this is the way it was meant to be."

"IT CAN'T BE THE WAY IT WAS MEANT TO BE!" Bokka screamed. Bobby placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Too bad, but it is." Bobby said.

"Are you Bobby Pendragon?" a man asked. I turned around, to see a kind faced old man.

"Yeah," Bobby replied. "What's it to ya?"

"Your friend Loor is going to be having a funeral. Would you like to stay for it?"

"When will it be?" Bobby asked.

"One week from today." the old man said, scratching his beard. "Accommodations could be made for you to stay. We could get some clothes for you if you pleased."

"Okay," Bobby agreed. "I'll stay."

"Then follow me," the old man said. Bobby followed the man to a tall building. He was lead up six flights of stairs to a bedroom. Inside, a simple wooden bed was in the center, and a small window to look outside. A small dresser was on the other side of the room.

"Clothes will be brought up soon, Pendragon." the old man said, and left the room.

A couple minutes later, there was a knock on the door and a white robe and sandals were placed inside the room. Bobby quickly changed, and stepped outside.

"Seven days in Zadaa…" he said. "What should I do?"

A figure appeared from the flume. His unfamiliar clothes quickly transformed into the clothes of the Batu, and he walked up to a stranger.

"Excuse me, sir, but is Bobby Pendragon anywhere to be found around here?"

"Why yes," the withered man said. "He's staying in that building over there." the man pointed to a tall building. The man walked up the flights of stairs, and saw the room occupied by Bobby Pendragon. He opened the door and stepped inside.

"Bobby Pendragon," he said. "We meet again."