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in a small room.
     
    “Sleep well Kasadya,” he greeted me and turned around to leave.
    “Good night Chax,” I said in return.
    I watched him leave and turn into the kitchen. Closing the door, I walked over to the bed and lay down. So many things were running through my mind. Most of them involved me trying to save a situation and just messing it up instead. My bravado had no limits.
     
    I might think I was brave, but I was also very stupid. And brave and stupid was a recipe for disaster. I wanted to make up for my mistakes, but most of all, I wanted to undo the biggest mistake I had made so thus far. I wanted to save those who were now in danger because of me. I climbed into bed and closed my eyes, hoping and praying that nightmares won't greet me on the other side. Darkness claimed me and I drifted into another world.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3
     
    I was awakened early in the morning by someone talking outside my room. Sitting up, I kept quiet in order to listen to the conversation.
    “I have never heard about something like that. Is it part of the divinity?” Chax asked someone.
     
    “We believe it has something to do with it. But at this stage we don’t have much to go on. I just fear that the hellhounds might interfere with what is about to happen.”
    It sounded like Michael.
    “You don’t have to fear that. Not anymore. Should I feel another’s touch I will deflect it from her. I will not allow her to bear more than what she will already be facing.”
    I smiled at that. There was so much I still needed to learn about Chax. He was a hard person to figure out. One moment he would be all death and dismemberment, the next he would do something that would completely throw me off balance.
     
    “Are you sure? If she has to carry another’s pain she won’t make it.”
    Now that caught my attention. My mind drifted back to the fight. True, I felt their pain, every slice and every stab was transmitted to me. How is that possible? I just hope this wasn’t going to end up getting me killed. I got up silently and walked to the door, leaning in close to listen.
     
    “I will not allow it Michael, you have my word. Our bond is growing stronger by the minute. It will not be a problem.” Chax continued.
    “Then we will leave it to you. We still, however, are having problems with finding the princes. Do you have any suggestions?” Michael asked.
     
    I turned around and leaned back against the door. Yeah, there was that too. How was I going to find Kali and Ballen? I needed to stop them before all hell broke loose and thousands died. It’s time to grow up Kas. It’s time to fix what you messed up. With a deep breath, I turned and opened the door. I found the two of them sitting on the couches, both looking at me as I entered the room.
    “I need my swords and new fighting gear. We have to stop them before they breach the wall.” I interjected before either one could say a word.
    Chax and Michael looked at each other for a moment and then nodded.
     
    “I will see to your request.” Chax said, shifting out and leaving me alone with Michael.
     He was looking at me with a grin on his face.
    “What?” I asked, slightly defensive.
    “Are you ready for this Kasadya?” he questioned.
     I watched as he got up and came to stand before me.
    “Yes.” I replied without hesitation.
    Nodding, he turned around and walked a few steps from me.
    “If you’re set for victory, we will be there with you.” he stated, turning towards me again.
    “Thanks,” I replied restlessly, shifting from one foot to the other.
    I was more than freaking ready. I would fix this.
     
    “Good. I will go and arrange what you will need on this journey. Get dressed and be ready.” He shifted out leaving me alone.
    I went to the shower and bushed my teeth and hair. When I walked out Chax was standing at the window, watching something outside. He was