It made a rough sound as Asher shredded the leather. Almost there. He told himself, and soon Dylan’s right arm was freed. ‘’Thank you.’’ He gasped. He helped Asher free his left arm, and then both his ankles. No longer in restraints by the aliens; he planned to slaughter the pilot and leave.
Asher rushed to the control panels. The pilot was to never leave the controls, not even in an emergency. Dylan used his powers, and hurled a blazing waterspout at the Ultra-terrestrial. The alien then opened the hatch and cast Asher and Dylan out of the ship. Luckily when they fell to the ground, they landed on sand. Phew! Dylan was relieved Asher saved him. ‘’I wonder what they injected me with.’’ Dylan panicked, looking at the injection sight; it was still glowing green, with fluid running out of it.
‘’Hold on a moment.’’ Asher paused. He concentrated deeply. Looking at Dylan’s gash, he healed it with his powers. ‘’You healed me?!’’ Dylan gasped in disbelief, the gash that was once bleeding, was now nothing but a small scar.

‘’I guess the Ultra-terrestrails dropped us off in the right place.’’ Dylan saw their lighthouse in the distance.

…A few days later…

Asher and Dylan were enjoying a quiet morning together, admiring the sea, and practicing magick. Soon they went out to pick berries, and Dylan was giving Asher basic knowledge about plants; everything from instant death after consumption of the Gemson Flower, to how Stripie Flowers make you see a dazed state of the world.
The two of them went to the edge of the ocean to get Matrix Root, and Asher dug it up from the moist sand.
‘’Don’t try this.’’ Dylan spoke seriously, he looked at Asher and began to cup his hands, and drink from the sea. Asher tilted his head in amusement at him… ‘’I can drink this, because i am a Sea Sorcerer, if you were to drink this you’d get dehydrated.’’ He warned.

‘’Hello.’’ Interrupted a female voice. Dylan and Asher turned to her; like Volpyx she had flaming red hair, and thick eyebrows. ‘’I am a Party Witch, would you like to come to my party?” Her glossy black nails touched the lace
end of her pointy hat. She was the only witch on Desmount that could summon the galaxy in her palms, and conjure visions to tell jokes. Dylan and Asher looked at eachother, as if asking, do you want too?...
Both of them knew they wanted too.