The chain of islands known as The Bologna Islands now contained fourteen islands. Drousan is a peculiar island surrounded by a treacherous whirlpool. It and Crims are the newest islands within the chain. The other twelve include:
Trana
Douse
Pillar
Simnar
Trous
Plous
Phyl
Kout
Rauce
Cism
Dans
Rous
This chain of islands are the peaks of the tallest mountains of a vast mountain chain of a large continent that sank eons ago. It is not clearly known why these two islands appeared after Anabel found her daughter's soul body on Douse.
Jolan and Amethyst stood on a high peak on Phyl. This island was in a central position within the chain. They decided to make a camp here to plan out how they would do to achieve their goals.
The siblings decided to work together and to first go to Crims to see what was pulling Amethyst.
"I still believe that it has something to do with travelers. The way you describe the pull it has on you seems like it is pulling at the major magic you wield."
Amethyst looked in the direction of Crims and shrugged dramatically. "Maybe. I can not get a good sense of it. It is a strong pull but it does not give any visual cues."
"Well it is not really that important. I just think we need to prepare for the possibility. I have just recovered I do not want to be lost for a thousand years."
"What is wrong with you?!" Amethyst hit her brother in the shoulder with a fist. "Don't go jinxing things right before we start. We have some of mother's spirit beings proficient in traveler, fate, and seer magics and we have come up with three contingency plans."
Jolan rolled his eyes at the three fingers that his sister held way too close to his face. "Fine! Let's go. We may actually get lost for a thousand years on Drousan." Amethyst punched him harder and in the same spot.
"Hmm. I did not think you would be working today. You are hardly ever in the lab these days. Do you have experiments set up somewhere else now?"
Anabel pursed her lips. "I do a lot more than just alchemical experiments you know."
"That's true, but you haven't been in your office all that much either."
Marela looked at her work intently as she spoke. Both of her eyebrows arched as high as they could.
Anabel ran her tongue over her teeth and walked to her animal cages. "Hello Marg. Can we speak today?"
"I do not want to speak with you unless you do what I have asked. You can speak with my spirit, you are a spirit warlock."
Marg was a sorrow brill. They were primates that built houses inside certain ancient trees. They were animals with deep ancient earth magics. They were very intelligent social animals that liked to talk to anyone who would listen.
Marg was upset because her tree had been destroyed in a magical fire. The tree did not burn but its trunk shriveled to the size of a normal tree and no longer held any magic. Marg was inconsolable. When Anabel found her she was crying loudly near a stream of fate that Anabel checked frequently to ensure the dimension's fate flowed in an adequate manner.
Anabel found Marg three more trees that were suitable for a sorrow brill but nothing satisfied her.
Anabel opened the cage and sat down waiting patiently. The sorrow brill normally had bright orange hair but now her hair was a deep ocean blue. She merely looked at Anabel dejectedly as if her life was over.
"What if I told you that your tree is as good as new? It may even be a bit better."
Marg looked up at her, a small bit of hope in her eyes. "I would think that you were a liar or a crazy person."
Allistar stood in a vast cave. It was a cave constructed of bone. He used death magics to create it and it took him two hundred years to get it to this level.
The cave was cavernous. It was large enough for three armies and all their equipment to be housed comfortably. The best part about it was its connection to an endless source of death magic. Well a source so vast it seemed endless.
The walls, floor, and ceiling were constructed of yellowish brown shiny bone. It seemed like the bones were just poured out, cemented together, and then lacquered. Bone protruded from the walls, ceiling and floor in ways that could hurt someone if they were not paying attention.
When Allistar created it he did not think about ascetics he only thought about the power he would gain.
Now he was standing in the center of the vast space feeling the flow of magic. He wanted to make sure that it did not matter where his servants were within the space as long as they were there they would have access to death magic. And he wanted it to be strong death magic.
So far he was very happy. The magic circulated throughout the space as if it was a well ventilated room and the magic was air being pushed through it. It streamed from wall to wall to ceiling to floor and it was never ending. It seemed like it fed itself as well as the cave.
He smiled as he planned his next set of experiments.
Amethyst was crouching low in a field of tall maroon stalks of an interesting grain. She had already collected a sample for her mother before things quickly went wrong.
Now she was sitting at one end of the field trying to sense her brother. As soon as she finished collected the samples of grain her brother yelled out a warning and then her senses went crazy. It took her a full minute to remember where she was and another to remember that she was not alone.
They brought eight spirit beings with them. Three were currently with her but none of them were able to understand where their companions were.
Amethyst blew out a breath. She rolled her shoulders and stayed herself to try and focus and center. She knew her brother would not leave her and she knew that his soul was just as powerful as hers, maybe a bit more powerful.
She reached out with her mind and tried to open a door a few feet to their right, then ahead, to their left, and finally behind them and not one door would open.
She looked to the spirit beings beside her. She had two travelers and a fate magician. The fate magician tossed some oddly shaped sticks before them. She looked at them and then slowly rose to look over the stalks of grain. Her form suddenly stiffened and then shimmered. She lowered quickly and when she looked in their direction her eyes seemed to ooze from their sockets like some thick grey goo.
Amethyst looked at the spirit being. The nature of the being repeating in her mind.
Spirit beings could easily effect dimensions of the living but it was extremely difficult for things outside spirit dimensions to effect them. Now this spirit being had been damaged.
'Focus Amethyst!' Her entire body froze as she remembered the soul connection her mother created for all of them. 'How the hell do you forget you can do soul speech with your brother?!?'
As soon as she remembered she heard Jolan's confused soul speech.
He had forgotten as well. She sat back on her haunches as she exhaled deeply. She silently thanked her mother for always keeping an eye on both her and her brother and then she and Jolan began planning their escape.