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The next several days passed in much the same manner. Despite their chains, a guard was set at night, but Mitchell got the feeling after that first evening that it was much more to do with what might be out in the wastes they traveled rather than whatever the prisoners might get up to. They were left in darkness as the sun finally set but there was some sort of fire across the way where their captors had set up their tent. Mitchell didn't know what they might be burning since there wasn't a tree as far as the eye could see. Some brittle scrub grass or tumbleweed-type things dotted the landscape periodically but it wasn't enough to keep a fire going. Probably something magical, Mitchell concluded.
The food they were given was sparse but serviceable. It was some sort of strangely spiced meat that tasted a little like curry and some root vegetables. Thought a bit gamey, it wasn't bad, and he thought it best not to know what it was. He was hungry and it had calories and didn't send him running to a shallow hole in the sand, so it would do. They were given a few ladles of water with their meals, a few more before they set out in the very early pre-dawn, and usually one or two in the early morning or afternoon before stopping. It was inadequate but enough that they wouldn't die.
The creature that pulled the wagon stayed in the sand the entire evening and didn't rouse itself until one of the group sat in the driver's seat and twitched the reins. The great beast emerged then, shedding sand in waves. It shook itself very much like a wet dog and, in a truly terrifying display, yawned. Its mouth opened almost as wide as Mitchell was tall and he saw a double row of serrated teeth, each one about the size of his thumb that all angled back towards its cavernous throat. It squealed, an almost cute sound if you hadn't seen it just yawn, and then shuddered slightly from head to tail before settling in and waiting for the command to go.
One thing that blew his mind was the sky. For one, it had two moons. They were only visible together in the sky for a short period during the night. Usually one was close to setting while the other was rising. Their colors were subtly different as well. The first moon had a pale blue-gray reflection while the second was a little more yellow. But, in the cloudless skies under which they traveled, the effect was that the night was never fully dark. Mitchell was almost struck dumb by the beauty of the landscape in the light of the twin orbs. The dunes reflected the celestial glow and it looked like rolling waves of glittering gems as far as he could see.
Allora saw him staring in awe that first night and had given him what he thought were the names. She'd pointed to the blue-gray moon and said "Ithstasy." Then she pointed to the other horizon where the second one would rise later that night and said "Vish."
Mitchell repeated the words, testing the foreign language out and Allora smiled at him and nodded.
The night had been quiet and blessedly cool after the scorching heat of the sun and he'd moved out from under the lean-to and laid where he could watch Ithstasy pass across the sky. It was so beautiful he almost wanted to cry at the sight of it.
Later that night Mitchell was awoken by a soft voice. He turned his head and saw that Allora was on her knees and bowing. Her voice was hushed but the night was quiet and it carried. She was bent forward with her head pressed to the sand and her forearms flat against the ground. As Mitchell listened it sounded like she was repeating something over and over again. He glanced up at the sky and saw that the second moon had just crested the horizon and Allora was facing it head-on.
He wanted to ask her what she was doing but also didn't want to interrupt. Plus, she wouldn't have understood the question anyway, nor he her. The moment felt sacred, which was very strange to him because he'd never been religious back home. Sacred was almost a meaningless term to him. As he watched Allora praying to Vish, however, it was the only word that he could bring to mind that fit.
He may have been imagining it but he felt a presence settle over them. And there was also the fact that they couldn't communicate. Mitchell had never felt so alone in his life but he felt like something was with him then. He couldn't describe it but, as she prayed, he could swear it was there. He shuddered and laid back down. Watching her had started to feel like he was intruding on something that was meant to be private. His sleep was a little easier after that, though.
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Mitchell's days were filled with heat and silence. Allora and the cambion barely spoke to one another although, from what little Mitchell could discern, the demon-like creature was trying to apologize. For what, Mitchell still had no idea. His captors had some sort of magic to talk to him but except for that first time, their leader didn't have anything to say. The other guards or soldiers, whatever they were, didn't bother trying to talk to him, either. The occasional grunt or non-verbal cues to go here, stop, get out, get in, and go faster were all he got from them.
There were five of them and Mitchell wondered if the ones they'd met on Earth had been part of their squad. If so, they didn't seem too upset that three of their number were never coming back. There was the leader, whose name might have been Ivaran, but he couldn't be sure. The other ones seemed to call him that but it might also be a title. Then there was Waterboy, Axe Man, and two others whom Mitchell had dubbed Dumb Fuck One and Dumb Fuck Two. His nicknames were petty but it wasn't like he had much else to do as the hours in the cage went by.
He wondered what the cops would have made of the big green one with the tusks that was missing an arm back in Phoenix. Surely, he was dead. He'd been badly burned and then lost an arm to the gate or whatever it was that brought him here. How would that be explained? The guy was clearly not human. But then again, for all he knew, stuff like this happened all the time and it was routinely covered up by men in black going around with their memory erasers and clandestine organizations moving through the shadows. It put alien sightings and other strange phenomena into a whole new light. Maybe they weren't full of shit after all.
Then he started wondering why they had magic here but not back on Earth. Allora had used magic but she wasn't from there. Maybe it was just something people from Earth couldn't use. But Dumb Fuck One was human - or looked it, anyway. He didn't have pointy ears like the leader did.
Dumb Fuck Two looked like a smaller version of the guy with the tusks that had attacked them. His skin was a little grayer than green and his tusks were not quite as large but they were clearly the same species.