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it is time to enter.”
    Winston replied with a smile. “In a moment human friend. I am enjoying myself.”
    Alexandros said to Alistair, “I wish he would not call me that. I do have a name.”
    Alexandros then traveled with Alistair down to where his companions rested. They entered a medium-sized square room that was full of crates and other junk. Resting on the crates were Raphael and Elora; both in deep sleep. Alistair had cast a spell so that they would sleep the entire way to Evedsatu. Alexandros walked to the corner where Elora soundly slept. He gently brushed away the hair from her face.
    “She will be fine, Belen; the natural springs from Evedsatu will mend her broken bones,” Alistair assured.
    The creaky old ship leaked with rain as the storm finally passed over them. Just then the Dragon Winston entered; his snow-white scales and wings were dripping wet, and he appeared more than exhausted. He curled up into a ball in the corner of the warm room next to the Princess. His large wings wrapped around him as he slept. A peaceful silence filled their room; the dim candle lantern light flickered. Alexandros sat next to Winston and rested his head against the crates.
    “I do not understand why Barbarious is not here now… seeking vengeance. He is all powerful yet he hides,” Alexandros said.
    “Ha!” Bixbin laughed. “This wizard is a coward; he sends goblins and mountain trolls to do the work he cannot do. He hides behind mist and magic, allow me one good swing with my hammer and we shall see, ha-ha!”
    Alistair smiled at Bixbin. “He is not here because we are cloaked. I have cloaked us from his sight. Barbarious will not be able to pinpoint us.”
    Although Alexandros did not fear the dark wizard, a sense of relief filled him; he knew that at least for the mean time no danger could follow. For several hours, they all sat and rocked from side to side; Bixbin and Alistair had long fallen asleep, and Alexandros began to slowly drift off as well.
    When he finally fell asleep, he found himself standing in a grey meadow; the grass was almost as tall as he was. The rain began to fall, but it never once touched the ground. He looked to the distance, and the grass began to wilt and turn over. A strange and eerie feeling filled the area; a tingling sensation on the back of his neck caused him to slowly turn around, and there standing behind him was the oracle… Her vacant eyes stared into him. She glided all around him; then she looked into his eyes. She placed her hand on his forehead. Alexandros could not move; he stood frozen in place as he felt a surge of power flow throughout his body—it was incredible and exhilarating. Alexandros never once felt fear or worry, but he could not speak or move, and when she was done, the oracle drifted away until she faded from sight.
    Alexandros jumped up as he awoke. He looked all around and saw he was back in the leaky old cargo ship. Bixbin, too, awoke.
    “Is everything well?” Bixbin asked his voice deep and coarse. “You look as if you may have seen a ghost.”
    Alexandros rested his head again. “Everything is fine… rest up, for we shall arrive shortly…everything is fine.”
    Bixbin drifted right back to sleep, but Alexandros remained somewhat afraid to go back to sleep. What did the oracle do to me? His eyes felt as heavy as his grandfather’s sword; they began to close, and he no longer dreamt about the oracle. Suddenly, he began to shake violently. He opened his eyes. Princess Elora was shaking him to wake up.
    “Belen! Belen! Wake up!” She shouted with joy. “My legs! My legs are healed!”

CHAPTER XI

    THE VOYAGER,
PART TWO

     
    S he opened her eyes and stared up at the old wooden ceiling. Princess Elora did not recognize the place she was in. She was lying on wooden crates in a leaky creaky old room. As she began to sit up, her legs throbbed and the pain flew down. Her legs felt as if billions of daggers were piercing her all at once. She finally