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pointed out a cave about sixty yards away. Some local people
were standing at the entrance waving for them to join them.
“Bardala, you take Jonathan and Viviana, that way I can carry
two packs of the supplies. Maybe we can get some of the men
inside the cave to help us before we lose everything,” Tital said as
he tried to carry one pack in each hand. It was hard going
watching the flaming rocks come down. It was time to use the
ability to fly. He used his new power to effortlessly carry the
heavy load, barely skimming the ground, only to make it look like
he was normal to the natives. Bardala reached the cave, and was
talking to some of the men in their own language, and she asked
for help to save their supplies. With their help, they saved all but
one of the heavy packs.
“This could have been a total disaster! I think we need to do
some better planning next time,” Tital said to Bardala after they
were safe for the moment.
“You’re right. How do we move? We are much too close to
that volcano. Look, it has burned down all but one of the
thatched huts these people lived in. Whoah! There goes the last
one,” Bardala said.
“This is no place to stay. There is not even one bed anywhere
to sleep in. I wish these people had a Hilton hotel like back
home. Tital, I heard them say the leader of this tribe has been
hurt by a falling rock. He’s in a room, in the back of the cave with
his daughter,” Jonathan said, pointing towards the rear of the
cavern.
“We can help him,” Viviana said, as she held up her finger
with a smile.
“Of course we can,” Bardala said, as the four travelers went
further into the cave. In a room lit '