- We do not have to leave the door open. 
- can only be closed from this side of Jared. - Come with us and you close it when we have passed - Jared suggested with pleading eyes. - I can not, Jared, only the chosen can open or close the door, placing his hand on the track that is in the piedra. The geese and ducks a handprint Jared, only you can do it.
- Jensen But ... but ... I said he could fix me, I could pull this off. - Jared said lifting one of his hands and letting out a sob.
- Jared ... I'm sorry, really. I know your life has not been easy, but I promise that from now on will be better. No longer will you be alone Jared. When you return the eighth islet Myrrheim can come to me, you will be part of us. The Everyworld people will accept you as you are, because you are chosen for them is an honor to meet Jared. We can be your familia. I'd rather go with Jensen, but if you leave that door open, all die, including him.
Jared was sitting on the floor, huddled in a corner of the room. He wore all day in that position since he had left DALiM at dawn and was still unable to contain the tears all the time still running from his eyes. wear all day going around in his head all that Dalim had said, but actually, from the first moment I knew that there was nothing to think about. CHdark, and the calculations they had made other "travel", that meant carrying between ten and twelve hours awake in New York. Around the room with his eyes, looking for something to pass the time until awakening Jensen, and finally decided on a shower that could use something to lighten the tension, it would need in the coming hours. Jensen woke up in the room at the inn after spending the whole afternoon lying in that hospital bed, trying to ignore everything happening around him. CHTML XC first thing he saw when he opened his eyes, went to Jared sitting in a chair opposite him, watching him sleep. - Hey, good morning. - Said still half asleep. - Good morning. - Le said Jared with a smile rising from his chair to approach the bed. He sat on the edge of the bed next to Jensen, and bent to kiss his lips. - mmmhh, good way to wake up. - Responding to kiss Jensen joked. - I guess. But you can eat breakfast and get out soon, and is about to dawn, and duty &Of course. Just the nerves, and almost there. Jensen nodded unconvinced, but decided not to use whatever pressure Jared. There should be easy to leave the only life he had known for a strange world he did not know how he was to receive. An hour later, they set out, following a narrow and winding that seemed to cross the mountains to the other side. Jared Jensen was concerned, every time I saw him more withdrawn, and hardly spoke to him. It was as if he had fallen back to the earlyhours they spent together. During the meal he had tried to start several conversations, speaking of things I would find in New York, but Jared answered only in monosyllables, and soon was looking for any excuse to get up and move away from him cutting off the conversation. Maybe I should leave him alone. Soon the two would be in New York, and then have all the time in the world to talk to him, so focused on following the path to get to the first stone as soon as possible.
Jared was going through a living helliacute; to assume, and had gone ahead. It had never occurred to whether life was worth it or not, was alive, and that was enough.
The idea of returning to being alone, of being moved again to become a nobody. The thought of coming to feel that it was not important to anyone, I could die and no one was going to throw at fault, I did feel a grief in; A coughing fit. He stayed on the floor on all fours, crawling away from the passageway while spitting tosíay until the air cleared enough to breathe without having the feeling of eating a cuff ; ado ground, and when it got a little breathing normalize, rubbed his bloodshot eyes and looked up from the ground. front of him, just a few hundred feet and ended the island of Shanda, and the land was cut into a cliff that descended sharply into space. Jensen looked to and fro, seeking the eighth island. It was supposed to deb & iacute; to be there, on the other side of the mountains, but all I could see was the open sky, and nothing else. There was eighth islet.
- Shit. - The voice behind him startled him, and Jensen turned quickly, raising his hands to his face in a defensive gesture. Opposite him was a man in his forties, graying hair and thick beard, he looked with a frown.
- Who are you? - Jensen asked without lowering our guard. - It does not matter, what matters is who you t & uacute;.
- What? - The answer is quite a Jensen head right off. - What are you talking about? - You're not elected.
- What ...? And what do you know ...?
- The eighth island - said the man, pointing to open space in front of them. - According to ancient books, the eighth island is displayed before the eyes of the elect. Did you see an island?
- N-No ... but ... - Jensen looked confused at the sky and then back to man. - Zest said ...
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