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Chapter 3

AN: people have asked that I explain why magic was anguished that Harry was sent out of the planet that he was on since he was still connected to her. The answer is simple, every avatar is a needed being to get something world changingly important done. Harry was needed to save the planet earth… if he isn’t there all the effort that magic put into optimizing him was an exhausting waste of energy and the planet loses its last chance.

Harry walked silently upon the sands of the planet without making a single sound or leaving any tracks; he didn’t want the ship survivors to find him after all. There were many things he was wondering about the one who did follow him, but he didn’t bother to ask… he hadn’t spoken since 2 years after coming to this planet, and no longer even felt the urge to try.

A nearly non-existent sound from behind him made him turn to see what the man behind him was doing, as they were half-way to his shelter and this was the first sound he had heard from him. He was surprised to see that the man had leant against a spire and was listening intently to the sounds of the bio-raptors beneath the surface.

He heaved a silent sigh and walked back to the man; tapping him on the shoulder to bring back his attention. Riddick just looked at Harry, seeing the upraised eyebrow directed at him, he gestured to the strange spire and asked “Exactly what is down there?”

Harry looked at Riddick, looked at the Spire and shivered noticeably. He then pointed to the mound of dirt and made a slicing gesture over his throat to signify death. Without bothering to try to explain further, he turned and resumed his journey towards shelter, Riddick shortly after following him, asking no more questions.

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The cavern that Harry had customized was exactly as he had left it; empty save for the odd things that he had conjured so long ago. A hammock, because the heat made any skin contact utterly miserable in this place. A few pots and pans, some knives, and a few spare articles of clothing, all nearly identical to what he was wearing now.

He glanced around before nodding to himself; there were no signs of others having found this place. He heard a tired sounding sigh come from behind him and turned to face the origination of it. He had nearly forgotten that the large man was following him to his home. He stared at the man, surprised that he had shown such a weakness to him. Before urging the man to the hammock and offering him a waterskin. He watched in invisible amusement as the man gulped it down. The man for some reason was not appearing wary of him at all…

Riddick was a little surprised at the complete silence of his small companion; but he didn’t read too much into it, as for all he knew the boy may be mute. He was more surprised at the barren seeming cave that he was led to, and the freely offered water. He had been on enough desert planets to know that water was precious, often worth the life of the one taking it, and this planet had shown no signs of water holes that made it easier to gather the precious fluid.

When he looked at the boy who had ushered him to his own bed he was surprised to see that in his inattention he had missed the boy gathering a second hammock. The boy was stringing it up with a seeming ease that he found odd. Exactly how many times had the kid had visitors on this planet?

After watching the kid finish setting up the hammock and crawl into it he finally decided to ask his questions. “So, is there a way to get off this planet?” the boys tired looking headshake was serious and kind of cute… especially the utterly earnest expression on that face with the cat ears somehow conveying complete truth in the matter.