added calvin stuck at cave

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calvin-stuck-at-cave.txt

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+Calvin woke to a complete darkness.
+His mind seemed thick, and his head pounded.
+The blow to his head came back to his mind.
+Betrayed, by a guard he'd trusted.
+Somehow brainwashed by the New Meadowlark, or something like that.
+
+Calvin stamped his hoof against the ground, and listened to the echo off the walls.
+It sounded like he was in a large chamber, which Calvin hoped would be good as far as air was concerned.
+But he didn't know how long he'd been unconscious, and wasn't sure what the signs of lack of air would be.
+
+He touched his head.
+The helm had been stolen, and he assumed the sword had gone with it.
+He still had his pack, which had a bit of food and water.
+And, Calvin remembered, an electric torch.
+
+After the initial shock to his eyes, the light revealed that he was in a relatively smooth room, around twenty feet one way and thirty feet in the other.
+The ceiling was quite tall, and Calvin couldn't quite make out how far above the chamber went.
+
+Calvin walked to one end and walked around the walls of his chamber, feeling the stone.
+It was smooth all the way around.
+The lack of doors made sense if they'd had the Pathbreaker seal him in, which meant he was probably completely sealed in.
+Calvin reflexively kicked back in anger, and hit the wall behind him.
+A sharp pain bounced up his leg, and when he turned to look, the wall was unchanged.
+Even that was ineffective.
+He turned off the torch to preserve the battery, sank to the ground and began to sob.
+
+Calvin once again woke to a complete darkness.
+Apparently, he'd managed to cry himself into sleep.
+No obvious improvement to his situation presented itself, which meant he needed to find a way to do it himself.
+He thought about the Meadowlark manual, and started the breathing exercise again.
+
+His breath stilled, he pictured the smell of a grassy hill, the flow of water and the tight grip of roots.
+He felt himself being pulled in by a wave of yaks spreading across a plain, and he pictured the Haven as their destination.
+
+He held on to that image, and tried to avoid focussing on the pain that his head was insistently pounding out.
+He felt his hooves tingling as they sank into the stone below him, and he felt the sinews of his legs vibrate as he stood tall.
+The stone under him revealed a hidden warmth underneath, a vein of life or power or something good, and he tried to reach out to touch it, but found it out of grip.
+
+Straining, he pulled at it, pawing at it wildly, desperately.
+Unsuccessful, he changed his plan, and tried to push more warmth into the stone.
+He felt it sneaking out of him like a thread.
+The thread of power reached for the deeper well below, until wrapping itself around the vein.
+Calvin pulled on it, and after a small initial resistance, it came flooding back into him.
+
+Calvin opened his eyes, and turned on the flashlight.
+He was standing where he remembered, and he didn't feel anything.
+A few taps on the ground again felt like nothing unusual.
+Although, nothing was unusual, right?
+
+His rear leg no longer hurt, and his head felt clear, and pain-free.
+In fact, Calvin felt better than he'd felt in a long time.
+Somehow he'd managed to pull some sort of life from somewhere beyond the stone, and it had healed him.

calvin-waits-at-westgate.txt

@@ -53,6 +53,7 @@ He was lying on his bed, Vaughan standing next to him.
 ―Sir, are you okay?
 
 Vaughan was holding a tall glass of water, which Calvin happily took.
+His back hurt, and he could only remember the vague outlines of what had happened.
 
 ―What happened?
 
@@ -90,5 +91,52 @@ Calvin waved his hand dismissively.
 	Thank you Vaughan, I owe you.
 
 ―Sir, Vaughan started hesitantly. You might need to be careful with that.
-	We don't know what Yakaterina wants, and she could be trying to trick you.
+	We don't know what Yakaterina wanted, and she could have been trying to trick you.
 	Or somehow convert you over to the Hierarchy.
+
+―I know, Vaughan.
+
+Calvin sighed.
+―If I want to use this, I'll have to learn how to control it.
+	Clearly it's a powerful tool, but I'm not really sure what happened.
+	I think I felt the stone table and helped it become soil, somehow?
+	The manual just talked about a breathing exercise, not actually doing anything.
+
+Calvin stood.
+He felt okay on his feet.
+The two books were lying on top of the pile of dirt, and looked unchanged.
+He opened up the notebook, and saw he'd written down what the Voice had said to him.
+
+―Vaughan, I think it was the Voice somehow.
+	I wrote down that it said I could help my people, but why?
+	Am I doing something wrong by wanting to help them?
+
+―Do you remember anything about what you were thinking when it happened?
+
+―Not really.
+	It was fuzzy, images of soil and grass.
+
+Vaughan gave Calvin a worried look.
+
+―Calvin, are you sure we should be here?
+	If we're back home, we could talk to some scholars, or if you trust what Yakaterina told you, maybe Auroklos would know more?
+	But we're out of our depth, right?
+	It's not just politics anymore, this is all of us yaks, and it might be irresponsible to do it alone.
+
+―Auroklos was pretty clear that Mountberg was our only hope.
+	Maybe the voice was trying to get me to go home to help the people there?
+	Unless it wanted me to go to Mountberg?
+	Argh!
+
+―Sir, we're not going to figure this out right now.
+	You need to rest a minute, and we'll have to figure out what our options even are.
+	We'll talk to the chief and see how far away Mountberg will be, and make a decision then.
+	Sound good?
+
+―Yeah, thanks Vaughan.
+	Sounds good to me.
+
+―I'll make sure you get some privacy, get some rest and I'll see you soon.
+	And please don't try anything else from that book.
+
+Vaughan left the room, and Calvin tried his best to quiet his troubled thoughts as he drifted into a light nap.