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<td style="background-color: #922250" width="578" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">The truth behind Jonas&#39; words hit Peter hard. Before Jonas left, Peter looked at him with a smile, but sad eyes, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"They will."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter continued towards the mayor&#39;s house as Jonas went to the inn. Hopefully, there would be no attack, Jonas could use the sleep. As Peter approached the house, the mayor saw him coming and waved with a smile, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #00ffff;">"Were you able to do what you came here for?"</span> </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Asked the mayor as Peter nodded gravely. The mayor noticed and was tempted to ask, but he knew better, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Yes, I need to use some of your stationary. I&#39;ll be writing to the King."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> The mayor was delighted to hear that, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #00ffff;">"To help with the fight?"</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter shook his head,</span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;"> "To save this village."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> The mayor looked puzzled as Peter continued past, a cloud seeming to form from his apparent gloom."<br /><br />Peter walked into the house as the soliders setup for night watch. A few saw his trouble, but were busy with their own work. Moving into the mayor&#39;s study, Peter grabbed a piece of blank parchment over the mayor&#39;s official stationary. His letter started with an apology for his disappearance, but an assurance that everything he does is for the betterment of Guardia. It then went on to mention Jonas Cain as a partner in his latest mission. It went in detail about his skill as a warrior, how he jumped to save people he didn&#39;t know, and his vital help in their mission. With the pleasantries out of the way, Peter talked about their mission. About how Dorino needed to get a water source as well as top farmers to help them get self sufficient, specially plants that survive in high heats. The location of the source of water was noted as well as "x"s in the dirt with bushes over them to show them the route. Peter finished with repeating how important this mission was, even with the bridge destroyed. Peter placed his hand over the parchment and glow enveloped the paper. When the glow was gone, the top of the paper had markings showing it was from Peter and a giant "P" glowed at the bottom right then disappeared. A sercret marking only the King could see with a ring he made for him.<br /><br />Peter rolled up the paper, wrapping it in ribbon and sealing it with a magic seal. Peter turned to see the mayor at the the edge of the door to the room. He looked happy, but his eyes showed he wondered what troubled Peter. The rabbit mage said nothing about it, just passed the parchment to him, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"This is urgent and must reach the King immediately. Tell your courier it is from me."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter continued walked towards the door and spoke without looking back, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">" I&#39;ll be borrowing a boat, I&#39;ll make sure you get it back. Let Jonas know when he wakes up I&#39;m going to where we first met if he chooses to follow, but treat him like you would treat me.</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">" The mayor seemed like he wanted to speak then stopped himself, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #00ffff;">"Of course, Sir Peter."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> The mayor dropped to one knee. Without looking back, Peter knew what he was doing and shook his head, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Never change."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter smiled to himself and left the house and village, hoping to see it again one day.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">Jonas was relieved to have returned to Dorino, his body aching and worn down to the point where he needed sleep in an actual bed. Thoughts of the past few days were crowding his mind, he only hoped there would not be another attack. Nodding to the guards as he passed he was surprised by Peter&#39;s resolution, he wondered upon hearing it if Guardia really would send men to help, would they even believe the claims that surely would find themselves in such a letter? He had read tales about Guardia in this time, and the accounts of Chrono&#39;s adventure, he knew that the legal system was complicated.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>I hope Guardia will send aide.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas expressed a true feeling, he had a connection to this place now and having it disappear into oblivion would simply be too hurtful. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Oh, It&#39;s Cain. Jonas Cain.</strong></span> &#8221; He continued, unaware that he had never actually formally given his full name to Peter.<br /> Nodding a Peter&#39;s suggestion to get some rest, Jonas parted his friend and walked down a narrow back street, hoping to avoid the citizens of the town at this moment, his body simply seeking restoration. He found the inn and passing the front desk with a wave to the innkeeper he made his way to the small room that had been reserved for him days before. He entered and shut the door tightly behind him, collapsing into bed and falling instantly asleep.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #922250" width="578" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Peter had spent the trip back to Dorino thinking over what Jonas had said. As he looked at the outskirts of the town he knew he had to do what he truly wish he didn&#39;t have to. </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"You bring up a good point, alone they may not make it in time. I wish I didn&#39;t have to do this, but I&#39;ll give the mayor a letter to send to Guardia. It&#39;ll have my seal so the King will believe it."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter looked down and began walking into the town. His shame will not longer be held to just here. The word of his rabbit ears will spread once he writes that letter, but it may save Dorino.<br /><br />Peter based by the guards who stood at attention as he walked, but Peter sent them back to work with a welcoming wave. He turned to Jonas as he continued towards the mayor&#39;s house.&#160;</span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Jonas, I&#39;ll need to speak to the mayor about what we find out. It may take a while, you should consider getting some rest in case their is an attack. What&#39;s your last name? I plan to tell the King about your help as well."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter looked over at Jonas and smiled in thanks, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"You&#39;ve helped my time, a time that isn&#39;t yours. I appreciate and thank you greatly."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter stuck out his hand as he stood as the door to the mayor&#39;s house.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">Having drank his fill from the cool running stream and filled his canteen for the journey home Jonas once again fell in step with Peter as they turned around and made way back towards Dorino. Clearing the forest quickly it didn&#39;t take the two men long to reach the open flowing meadows of waist high grass. The sun was overhead and the heat had hit them all at once. Jonas wiped his brow, taking the occasional sip from the cool canteen water as he walked.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>It&#39;s going to take them a good deal of time to dig the wells and irrigation trenches that are going to be needed to bring such large amounts of water to Dorino. Do you think they are up to the task?</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas asked, in his mind coming to the conclusion that the people of Dorino had months of hard work ahead of the, not even considering any losses they might suffer due to continued fiend raids.<br /> For most of the journey back the two men were quiet, Jonas deep in thought about the consequences of changing the past so drastically. He wondered if upon returning home to his time if his actions would contribute to Dorino surviving the centuries of drought. He wondered if the same actions would have different effects of Denadoro or other parts of the world. <em>&#39;after all&#8212;&#39;</em> he thought <em>&#39;&#8212;the water has to be diverted from somewhere.&#39;</em>&#160; he decided he would push those thoughts from his mind and concentrate on helping people however he could.<br /> <br /> As the sun lowered in the western sky the outline of Dorino Village, it&#39;s familiar torches lit as darkness settled in blazing in the distance. Jonas could feel the aches in all of his muscles, he would find a quiet place to sleep and, save no interruptions by fiends, rest for as long as his body needed.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #922250" width="578" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Peter&#39;s rabbit ears stood upright in joy as he reached into the river for the sweet taste of fresh, cold water, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"This is perfect for the village. It&#39;s so cold, so it&#39;ll still stay cold when it travels far."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter stood up and wiped his hands on his robe. </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"I&#39;ll talk to the mayor, I&#39;m sure they&#39;ll do this if it comes from me." </span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Through the trees, Peter saw that the sun was approaching its zenith and outside the forest it must be getting hot. </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"It&#39;ll be close, but we should make it if we hurry."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Peter turned and began walking back where they came. The "x"s he had laid would lead the soliders back out here on their own. Stepping out of the forest, the heat hit Peter like a fist. The desert had hours to heat up and it was obvious. Thankfully, the path to the water was already marked so the trip back to Dorino was far shorter then before. The sky was just turning red as he arrived at the outskirts of the village, the soliders setting up torchlights for night watch.</span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">Jonas followed Peter as the sound of rushing water came closer. They would soon stumble upon the source of Dorino&#39;s savor, it was important that they stressed the people of the town how important it would be for them to dig irrigation to this place, even with the threat of fiend invasion always looming. The trees opened into a meadow along the bank of the river, the green grass high here. A bridge spanned the small river, a path leading onward into the heights of the Denadoro Mountains.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Built by humans surely, Fiends would have no reason to come to this place.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas remarked as he moved towards the stream, kneeling at it&#39;s bank. Reaching his hands down he cupped the water and moved it to his mouth taking in as much as he could drink. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>It&#39;s cold, snow melt from the mountains.</strong></span> &#8221; He said as he removed the bandanna from his head and dipped it into the stream water before returning it to his brow. <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>We should head back to the village, we can make it by nightfall if he leave now.</strong></span> &#8221; He finished.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #922250" width="578" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Memories of past battles in the forest came back to Peter as he walked. An overwhelming number of fiends flooding towards Peter&#39;s soliders. His soldiers were well trained so there were only a few injuries and casualties. It was the shadow behind all the fiends that chilled Peter. After all those battles, he had never set eyes on him, but he knew he existed. Peter shook the memories away and laughed lightly, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Your probably partly right. They spend most of their time fighting the fiend in front of them. They probably never thought about this unseen fiend. I may not have noticed if I had stayed in this time."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter shrugged as the sound of rushing water could be heard through the forest.<br /><br />Peter hastened his pace, he wanted to be back to the village before night fall. The low roar built until Peter reached a river that cut the forest in two. A small bridge crossed the river, most likely the work of humans. Peter shook his head with a smile, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"It seems obvious to us now, but the threat of fiends hid the rising heat." </span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">Peter shrugged his shoulder and knew the mayor would rather make the soldiers and residents happy after fighting fiends than tell them to dig for water.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;"><em>&#39;Some shade will be nice indeed&#39;</em> Jonas thought to himself after Peter spoke the words. The tree line was growing closer and as the reached the edge of the forest Jonas felt relieved knowing that the source of the water they were seeking was nearby. The shade came over him all at once, an it seemed twenty degrees cooler as it did. Above the sound of the rustle of leaves blowing in the wind carried Jonas into the forest.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Blueberries and a path, seems we are treading on a known trail.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas remarked as they two stopped while Peter picked the berries. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>I fear the people of Dorino know exactly where the water is and have simply lacked the initiative to do anything about it.</strong></span> &#8221; He continued to speak, feeling as if perhaps the knowledge that Dorino would not exist in the future might be the kind of shove the people of the town need to move their butts.<br /> Stepping past the blueberry bushes Jonas continued down the trail, feeling the air cool as he moved deeper into the forest and higher in altitude. As they continued in the distance a low roar of rushing water began to drift through the forest, they were nearing a river.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #922250" width="578" align="left"><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #a9c3c7;">The head had increased greatly from the last time Peter was here and he was starting to really see why the village disappeared.He put his hood up and keep his head shaded and looked towards the path ahead. The greener color showed that water was here and in abudance. The forest was a great sign. </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Some shade will be nice."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter headed into the forest which gave a good amount of shade from the trees.<br /><br />Peter put the dowsing stick into his cloak as there was too much water for a good reading. Kneeling down towards a bush, Peter looked at the berries and bore and picked one. He smelled it then took a bite. The berry&#39;s juices were delicious and Peter took another then looked at Jonas, </span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"><span style="color: #ffff00;">"Blueberries. Really good too, the water must be quite pure."</span></span><span style="color: #a9c3c7;"> Peter took some blueberries into a pocket on his cloak for later then headed deeper into the forest.</span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small; font-family: tahoma, arial, helvetica, sans-serif; color: #a9c3c7;"><br /></span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">As the two men walked the shrub filled landscape slowly began to turn greener. The foothills had begun to rise, along with the morning sun. The heat, as they had expected, came on quickly but Jonas knew that as they reached the mountains, the forests that surrounded them, and gained altitude that it would drift away harmlessly. As the Jonas followed Peter he noted the path of the underground stream was beginning to become less predictable.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>It probably goes pretty deep here, once we near the mountains it will probably become shallow again.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas replied to Peter&#39;s worry, feeling all along that making a route directly for the mountains and tracking the stream back would have been easier, though this was getting the job done. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Let&#39;s keep moving, the closer we get to Denadoro the less the heat will be a factor. We have to make it by mid-day or it will be hell, literally!</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas continued, giving some inflection on his last word.<br /> As the hours past the ground had become more hilly, the grass now green and growing waist high. Around them in the distance the spotty growths of small groups of trees began to become noticeable and directly ahead the forest itself began that would lead them into the rising peaks of Denadoro itself.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">Jonas had fallen into a deep slumber, the weight of the night before and the long trek of the day pulling him deep into respite. He dreamed vividly that night, moving between worlds and times, visiting the past and future alike. He saw Truce rise from nothing and fall to nothing in a lucid sequence, time moving so fast that it seemed to happen fluidly. He was in awe of the sights that fell before his eyes, but unable to interact with any of them. As Truce fell the world was cast into a barren waste as he reached towards the ashes of his home a burst of light blinded him. He&#39;s eyes burst open, the fire had begun to die down a slow stream of embers floating round the nearby sky. Jonas sat up, looking east towards the horizon. A low pink hue could be seen beyond the towering mountains, the sun would be upon them soon.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Peter, wake up we need to get moving.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas said, his voice rough and cracking as it did every morning. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>Seems we have little more than an hour before the sun will rise, we&#39;ll have to really move to reach the foothills by then.</strong></span> &#8221; he continued to speak as he started to gather his things back into the satchel which lay at his feet.</span></td>
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<td style="background-color: #4d1c15;;" width="520" align="left"><span style="font-size: 10px; font-family: tahoma; color: #E8CD9E;">Jonas nodded as he listened to Peter talk, his eyes wandering from his friend to the horizon and then up to the stars above them. He felt a deep sense of awe, the world of six hundred ad was wmuch different then his own world, even the stars above seemed slightly off, new to his vision.<br /> &#160;&#160;&#160;&#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>You&#39;re very right above that.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas responded to Peter&#39;s comments about the coming heat, a sense of dread sinking in. &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>I think we should probably start before dawn, try to make it into the foothills before it gets too hot.</strong></span> &#8221; Jonas continued, his eyes coming back to the face of his friend, the flames of the fire dancing between their gaze.  &#8221; <span style="color: #F6D315;"><strong>The fiends won&#39;t return tonight, we should sleep.</strong></span> &#8221; He finished speaking, sending his arms above his head to stretch as he let out a gaping yawn.<br /> Jonas slid back, still nestled close to the fire, and rested his back against the trampled ground. Using his satchel as a head rest he took another look at the sky above, his sense of adventurer spurring him to wonder above what worlds might be out there for him to explore. His eyes grew heavy as his mind slowed and soon he had drifted away, the weight of the day before cast aside.</span></td>
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