Chapter 9: What Goes Up Must Come Down -------------------------------------- Rydia awoke near Edge. She was exhausted. She pulled out the orb, and tried hard to call Asura. It didn't work. The Orb was malfunctioning now. No more magic. She tried again. "A...SU...RA!" The queen appeared, briefly, but enough to refresh Rydia and wake up Edge. "Well, hi there, mister!" Rydia called out. She smiled. She had more to smile about since she woke up. They had just beaten a bad guy, not something you do all the time. Edge came up groggily; he was hurt, but not too badly. He was well enough to walk around. He moved over to his thrown sword after acknowledging Rydia, and caught sight of a circlet. He picked it up. "This look familiar to you, dear?" He showed it to her. To Rydia, the circlet glittered with a bright light that she had never seen before; as she held it, she felt her magic powers refill. "This was Mordath's!", she said, as she donned it. "Must've given him some magic power!" She smiled again. Only now did she notice Edge was looking longingly had the slightly ruined Falcon. Edge slashed at the hull of the airship. "It'll never fly now," he muttered. "I figure that now we're stuck here, save for you calling some big thing to help us." He slashed again. Rydia began to call something, but she didn't. She touched the orb to the circlet, and regenerated it first, and then cast it. Something just told her to take the precaution. She called Odin, and it slashed some trees down. After about twenty minutes of calling beings, the airship was restored. Edge took the helm, and took off. He looked far into the distance, and saw another, newer airship, that he had never seen before. He set a course, and headed towards it. This was most certainly not the Big Whale. The Falcon would overtake this ship if he flew it fast enough. Then Rydia called out to him. "What about Golbez?" "He can cover for himself... First we get that airship over there!" "Huh? Celes told me about one of her friends who buil... Huh?" she was startled by another jar at the airship, "Not again!" Swords were unsheathed, and another fight began.