Aelaez pushed himself up from his knees unsteadily cradling the large black egg against his chest and swaying slightly he put his hand out against a tree to steady himself. He closed his eyes until the world stopped spinning and he was able to stand without issue. He was tired, but he'd been in worse situation and if Kaersah was right they didn't have long. Sleep may no longer be an option. Fear spiked inside him at these thoughts.<br/><br/><span style="color: #BFFF80">"I am not of this plane, I'm of a different world. A world that is dying because of this spell that traps me here. If I cannot return to the planes, not only will countless beings die, but so will Avalon,"</span>he said softly and stopped speaking for a moment as the true depth and realization of his predicament flashed through his mind bringing with it complete understanding,<span style="color: #BFFF80">"and so will I,"</span>he said by way of expressing that sad realization. His voice was hollow, soft, scared. If Avalon died so would he. His very life was tied into the Ward Keeps. Now he understood why he felt so very tired. Drained. His life was ebbing away as the Keeps themselves disintegrated.<br/><br/>His magic.<br/><br/>His life.<br/><br/>His family.<br/><br/>All of them would die. With the death of his world.<br/><br/>Swallowing he nodded.<span style="color: #BFFF80">"I will tell you all that I know, please let us be gone from here,"</span>He agreed and waited for her to lead the way. He did not know this plane, this world. He wouldn't even know which way to head unless it was through flight. He wondered if he'd be able to fly again.