18.2: We Three, United at Last

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“We’ve been on this damn boat for three weeks now! What more is left?” she growled.

“Maybe you are supposed to watch over us until we get to this Xyriece? After all you are the ones that know how to get there,” Queana suggested.

“Terr… he never said we were supposed to, but then he never really gave us much details,” I replied.

We were being careful not to use Terrick's name around his younger self. I kept thinking about every science fiction novel and movie. All of them seemed to have some form of cosmic cataclysm if you crossed your own path in the past. I figured knowing your future self sends three teenagers to help you would probably fit that concept nicely.

Terrick ran up and slid to a stop in front of Queana. He forced himself between her legs and laid his head against her chest. Careful not to stir Abby too much she set her dagger down and wrapped her arms around him. Vanessa scowled at him and he stuck his tongue out at her.

“Maybe the brat has to hold it. You saw how it was in Tree Boy’s hands,” Vanessa whispered. She handed me the orb back and I shrugged. It was worth a shot.

“Hey Terrick, what do you think about this?” I asked and handed him the orb. His eyes grew wide as saucers as he grabbed it.

“What is it?” he asked as he examined it. The orb had no reaction to his touch.

“It’s a magic orb that is supposed to take us home, but we don’t know how to work it.” I decided to be somewhat honest.

Abby yawned and finally woke herself up. She wiped the sleep from her eyes and watched as Terrick continued to examine the orb. Glancing over at me she arched her eyebrows in confusion.

“Can’t hurt,” I said.

“Guess not.” She yawned. She moved so that she could curl up next to me, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and kissed the top of her head.

“I’m hungry,” Terrick muttered as he handed back the orb, his interest in it vanishing quickly. I stuffed it back into my pack since it still was useless.

“I know, but we have strict rations we have to abide by. Too many people and not enough food.” Queana pushed some of his hair out of his eyes.

He couldn’t remember anything that had happened back on the island and we chose to keep it that way. Queana would tell him when he was older; all anyone on the boat knew was that the demon lords had destroyed the island. We didn’t know what happened to the ogres and wolves that helped them.

Deciding not to tell the boat was easy, having known what they thought in the future, we simply aided in keeping that belief going. But we didn’t know if we were making the right choice with Terrick. Telling a nine year old he’d just destroyed his home seemed an impossible task.

“Maybe V and I should fly up and look for land again? A chance to at least replenish supplies a bit?” Abby suggested.

“Good idea. And if it is a habitable land then maybe some will choose to stay there, not all of us need to go to Xyriece correct?” Queana asked.

“No, just some of you,” I answered.

“I do not understand why we have to go,” Terrick whined.

“And I told you to just trust me, Terrick. We are all we have now, where you go, I go.” She kissed the top of his head and pulled him closer.

“We’ll be back then.” Abby smiled as she pulled her wings out from her back and lifted off to the sky.

“You know I’m not a carrier pigeon.” Vanessa sighed right before turning into her eagle and flying off as well. Both took to opposite directions.

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