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Note: Sabyn’s name is pronounced Sa-Bihn (Bihn rhymes with line)
Chapter One: The Crossing
The first thing he saw was the grass. It was damp, but Sabyn only knew that because of the glistening drops of dew on the blades. He couldn’t actually feel
the wetness, nor was he uncomfortable or itchy, as one usually is when lying on grass, and yet every single nerve in his young body was going haywire, filled to the brim with a sensation that was…..
Sabyn stopped trying. Truth be told, he doubted there actually was a word to describe the bizarre sensation. Scowling inwardly, Sabyn went to raise his head and-
He couldn’t move.
He was trapped, helpless. the spasms wracking his body were making it impossible for him to gain any coherency in his muscles as he shuddered uncontrollably on the wet grass. Trying to stay calm he shot furtive glances around the area. It seemed at least, that his eyes were still functioning.
No one was there. He was alone.
Sabyn made a hissing sound that would have been a sigh if his jaw wasn‘t chattering from the muscle spasms. At that point, struggling would just be a waste of his energy. Right then he needed to figure out just what the hell he was doing lying in some clearing in the middle of nowhere.
Okay… let’s see…
Piece by piece, Sabyn searched through his memory, trying to find something that would help him decipher the cause of his current predicament. He remembered running for his life with Exile. He remembered a swarm of Zarvox attacking them in a transportation bay. He remembered an explosion and then thi-
Sabyn started thrashing on the ground, trying to gain some coherence in his muscles through force of will alone. He focused all his strength into his right arm, desperately trying to stop it from thrashing uncontrollably. He forced his jaw shut, fighting off the spasms as he just managed to curl one finger, then his wrist. Slowly, straining with the effort, he managed to wrench his arm over his chest using the limb as leverage to raise his shoulder off the ground. Finally, with one last snarl of determination, Sabyn rolled over onto his hands and knees.
He crouched there for a minute, heavy gasps issuing from his throat as the last of the spasms slowly faded.
Slowly and carefully, Sabyn raised himself to his feet, taking care that his legs were sturdy enough to support his weight. When he was sure that he wasn’t immediately going to faceplant, he began looking around the clearing, searching for his best friend.
A small flicker of movement, a shape that didn’t belong.
Exile was lying, twitching on the ground about fifteen meters away from Sabyn. It looked as if the sensation was affecting the other boy even more than it had Sabyn and the smaller youth was about to run over when he saw the irritated scowl on Exile’s face. Sighing slightly in relief, and unable to disguise a small smirk of amusement. Sabyn sat down on the grass and calmly waited for his friend to recover.
As his friend continued to thrash on the ground, Sabyn calmly looked around the area. As he had surmised before, they were in a small clearing in what he guessed was some kind of park. The bizarre looking trees around them were far too small and sparse for them to be a forest, which left park as the only viable alternative. That he could think of anyway.
Movement caught his eye, and he turned his head to see Exile slowly getting to his feet, shaking his head in order to clear out the bizarre sensation
“What kind of portal was that?” Exile grumbled
Sabyn was surprised.
“How do you know it was a portal?” he wandered
Exile rolled his eyes.
“We were in a transportation bay. There was an explosion and now we find ourselves in a clearing in the middle of nowhere, experiencing whatever the hell that
was just then. What do you think happened?" Exile asked sardonically. "That the desperate fight for our lives turned out to be a game show, which we won and got a free holiday prize? But we got ridiculously drunk on tequila and we’re now too hung-over to remember what happened? Huh? Is that
your brilliant theory?”
“Well, that option is
possible.” Sabyn pointed out.
Exile just stared at him.
“You know, normally
I’d wonder if going through that portal gave you brain damage, but when it comes to your
IQ this is actually an improvement."
“Up yours!” Sabyn scowled, though he couldn’t quite manage to keep the grin off his face.
Exile turned away in order to get a good look at the area.
“Don’t even think about it,” he snapped.
“What?” Sabyn asked, puzzled.
“If you even think
about asking a question as stupid as ‘Where are we?’ I will brutally murder you.”
“Actually,” Sabyn started mildly. “I was going to use a Resonance Spell to see if I can find any people around here.”
“Huh… Good idea.”
Sabyn walked out into the middle of the clearing as he loosely shook his fingers, The Resonance spell was one of the first tricks he had learnt at his old club. By generating a field of energy that reacted to the bioelectric signals of living creatures such as their brainwaves, heart rate ect. The Resonance spell gave the user supernatural awareness of all sentient life in the vicinity. At least, that was the idea.
Something was wrong.
He felt… normal. There was no other way to describe it, the tension, the strange buzzing of the flesh that charged his system whenever he used magic was inexplicably absent. He felt suddenly numb. Like a child trying to lift a rock with his mind. It wasn’t simply that the spell wasn’t working, that he would be able to deal with. No, the true horror that breathed helplessness into his veins was far more insidious.
There was no magic.
It was gone, absent, the very air was devoid of its presence, barren and empty.
“Exile!” Sabyn called out, panic briefly coating his voice. Exile jerked his head in Sabyn's direction, wordlessly asking, 'What?'."
“My magic’s not working!”
Exile froze. He stood there for a minute, his head tilting from side to side as he seemed to be considering something. Then he walked over to a nearby rock and punched it as hard as he could. The stone’s rough surface tore the skin from his knuckles.
Exile examined his bloody hand for a minute before turning back to Sabyn.
“My healing magic won’t work either.”
“Crap!” Sabyn swore, now truly scared. “Do you think going through that portal made us lose our magic?”
We clenched his fists, silently praying that he was wrong. Cold dread was creeping into his system, his magic was his one true weapon and the loss of it made him feel helpless and vulnerable.
Exile immediately shook his head “Not possible. Our magic is an ingrained part of our minds. If we lost it, we’d go insane.”
“But that still doesn’t explain why we can’t use our magic,” he said.
Exile snorted. “You just answered your own question.”
A smile of relief quickly spread across Sabyn’s face as he realised what his friend meant. “So, we still have access to our magic, we just can't use
“But how? An anti-magic field?”
that leads to an anti-magic field?” Exile asked, a heavy sense of irony in his voice.
“Not all portals rely on magic these days. Some use technology,” Sabyn replied evenly.
Sabyn looked around, groaning slightly as the pain from their fight in the transportation bay slowly replaced the spasms from before.
Still, he knew he was lucky to be alive.
We must have been teleported out of range before the explosion could do any serious damage. He surmised.
“So now what?” Sabyn asked.
was a good question. Without the use of a resonance spell to help them scout the area, they still had no idea where they were. Still, standing in the clearing certainly wouldn’t get them any answers. So, checking to see if there were any people hiding in the bushes, they left the small area.
They established a sweep pattern immediately, Sabyn flanked right, while Exile took the left, both of them keeping low and staying in cover. Sabyn was on edge as they moved across the land. Although the large amounts of hills, trees and bushes provided excellent cover, they also made the hills perfect for an ambush. Not only that, but without any long range weapons they would be forced to engage the target in melee, and while he was confident in his own melee combat skills (and more than confident in Exile’s), getting into melee without being riddled with bullets could prove to be problematic.
Still, eventually the steady rhythm of moving to cover, checking the area in front, then moving to the next cover began to relax Sabyn’s paranoid mind as he allowed his thoughts to wander.
Their biggest problem would be trying to fit in. They had absolutely no idea about the laws or cultures of the people in the area, if such things even existed. They had spotted a river flowing south awhile ago, and had decided to follow it, going by the old wisdom of settlements being built near sources of running water.
Eventually their gambit paid off. Reaching the top of a particularly large hill, Sabyn and Exile looked down to see an enormous city sprawling across the landscape. With a quick glance at Exile, who was eyeing the city carefully, Sabyn took off down the hill.