"Basecamp, huh," Kiya grumbled, "Yeah, and me as the cook probably... First the fire, then someone will hand me a pot and I'm doomed to cook for the rest of my or better their lives..." which would be probably shorter, I grinned.
I put the mirror back into my satchel and started to collect small dry twigs - secretly I was quite excited to finally try out my new flame spell. I made a neat pile, stole a small scrap of paper out of DQueene's diary, folded it and then concentrated on the flame rune - nothing happened. I looked the spell up again, ah, yes, that rune part was a 45 degree upwards move, not 28.5. It tried again and a small spark fizzled on my fingertips.
"Ouch," I shook my fingers and sucked at them to ease the pain. "Nevermind, I've still got some body parts to get hurt," I grumbled and took a closer look into the book. Gheez, that 45 degrees came after the 66.6 in Northeast direction.. Now for the last try. I visualised the whole rune, with all ups and downs and waved:
"Taraa, that was easy..., It worked... Of course it worked..."
The scrap of paper burnt merrily, I carefully put it under some twigs and blew gently into the small flame. I looked into the fire and was very pleased with myself.
"Ok, guys, now for something practical: Has anyone got a pot or a kettle? I'd like to have some tea... Anyone? No one? Then look into your backpacks, for Christ's sake... do I have to do everything on my own? And BTW, I'm hungry, has anyone got a choc bar, please? I'm starving!"
Choc bar? What was a choc bar, I felt dizzy, the other world, the world I came from was drifting away, but some words, those I've dearly loved, seemed to linger a bit longer...
