In Which Zachary Learns That He Can Make The Earth Move<br/><hr/><br/>The darkness that had shrouded Zachary's eyes was jolted away, rousing him to consciousness, as the earth shook violently.  He was delirious with the pain perhaps but the sight of the manticores exploding into golden dust made the child of the Earthshaker laughed loudly.  He slumped forward, his hands still curled around the hilts of his battered swords.  As the roar of the earthquake subsided and the eerie silence of death surrounded them, the demi-god found that darkness lingering at the edge of his mind, calling for him to surrender to the pain once more and to let go in whatever finality awaited him.<br/><br/>"Here..."<br/><br/>He hadn't even seen Terry approach with the offered square of ambrosia but he wasn't about to debate whether he was hallucinating or not at this salvation.  Zachary tried hard to focus and he accepted the food of the gods, forcing it into his mouth and chewing slowly.  The taste was incredible, as it always was.  It was like his mother's famous cherry jubilee, all warm and exploding with flavor.  The pain started to disappear and he felt strength returning to his weary body.  Slowly and with a practiced hand, Zachary removed the barbs from his torso and threw them aside in disgust.  He could feel the poison being cleansed from him and the wounds began to knit themselves closed.<br/><br/>He swallowed hard, finishing the ambrosia and struggled to get to his feet with a heavy grunt. He glanced over to Libby who was also eating ambrosia.  He offered her a faint smile and a nod of his head, almost apologetically.<br/><br/>"...I guess I can move the earth.  Not bad...  I.. .think we did well, all things considered?"