Fires of Prophecy_ Book Two of the Morcyth Saga - Brian Pratt [15]
“Better,” he replies through a mouthful of food. “The more powerful the spell, the more it takes out of you. Sleeping last night has helped a lot. After I’m done eating, I should be fine, if a little fatigued.”
“That’s good,” she says. “We were all worried about you last night, after you passed out.”
“It’s what happens sometimes,” he tells her. “Just how long did we ride last night?”
“Several hours, I think,” she guesses. “It seemed like a long time. Everyone was getting too tired to stay in the saddle so we stopped here and made camp.”
“We probably shouldn’t stay here too much longer, the Empire will want to find us in a bad way,” he says.
During their conversation, everyone else awakens and joins them for breakfast.
“What was that thing you did last night?” Tinok asks when he settles down next to him.
“You mean the bubble?” James asks.
“Yeah,” he answers. “When it went off, it must’ve taken half their camp with it.”
“Really?” James asks, surprised. “I wasn’t sure what was going to happen to tell you the truth. I’ve never actually done that one before. What happened, exactly?”
He sits there and finishes eating while Tinok relates to him the events after he passed out. When he gets to the description of the explosion, James is quite astonished.
“You see,” he explains when Tinok is done telling him, “I designed the bubble to do two things. One is to absorb the power from any magic spells currently active in the area, and the other is a little more complicated. You see, when a mage casts a spell, he opens a conduit from his core of power, usually only enough to accomplish whatever spell he intends to do. My bubble grabs that flow, pulling the power into itself, while at the same time preventing the mage from closing the conduit. The result is that all the mage’s power is sucked out of him and absorbed into the bubble. That must’ve been what was giving the bubble the light, the mage’s power that it had absorbed.”
“Now here’s the part I’ve never been able to really test before,” he explains. “What happens when the bubble is filled to capacity and reaches critical mass?”
“Critical mass?” Delia asks, confused. “What’s that?”
“Critical mass is when something is filled to capacity and ready to ‘pop’, for lack of a better term,” he explains. “In this instance, it could no longer hold the power, so it exploded. I would guess the size of the bubble and the amount of power it had absorbed would determine the intensity of the explosion.”
“You could wipe out an entire army with one of those!” Tinok exclaims.
Shaking his head, James says, “Not necessarily, after all it would only work if there was a mage present. Also, if everyone ran away before it exploded, it wouldn’t be doing too much harm.”
“I see your point,” he says, somewhat disappointed.
“Now,” Jiron interjects, “what are we going to do about rescuing my sister and your friend?”
“Well, first of all, where are we exactly? Which way did we go when we left the City?” he asks.
“We headed southwest,” Jiron answered.
“So it’s safe to assume that we are currently in enemy territory,” James concludes, “and will continue to be for a long time.”
“Yeah,” agrees Tinok.
“I propose we continue to head south and try to find out where the slavers intend to take them,” he suggests. “Once we know that, we’ll have a better idea of what we can do.”
“Let’s get going then,” Jiron says, anxious to get started.
“I agree,” James says, shouldering his backpack as he stands up. He goes over to one of the horses and swings up, head spinning from the exertion. When it calms down he scans the surrounding countryside and is relieved to find nothing moving across the grassland, except for the tall grass, waving in the breeze. The southerly breeze feels good as the summer sun begins to warm the day.
He notices that Delia needs Tinok’s help in climbing into the saddle and that she is favoring her left arm. He walks his horse over to her and asks, “Are you okay?”
“A stone hit me when the building exploded