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    Ghost of the Past

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Xena had spread out her blanket next to Gabrielle and
    tried to be as quiet as possible as she laid her sword and Chakram
    beside her bed. She sat on the blanket and slowly began unlacing
    her boot, weariness creeping up on her.

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>"Busy day, huh." A soft drowsy voice
    stated.

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Xena glanced to her side, "I didn't mean to
    wake you. How's the headache?"

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Gabrielle rolled onto her side and propped her head on
    her hand, "Better. Those nerve pinches really
    helped."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>With a soft grunt Xena pulled off one boot, tossed it to
    the side and began unlacing the other, "Good. You still need
    to take it easy for a day or two. We'll be traveling with this
    group for the next couple of days."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>She looked around at the sleeping figures and watching
    guards, "Xena, what did we stumble into here?"

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Xena pulled the other boot off and scooted around to
    face Gabrielle, "These people are survivors from one of the
    raids Krosis told us about. The soldiers are escorting them to
    Havenous to start new lives."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>"Havenous?" Gabrielle repeated coming more
    awake and sitting up a little more, "I thought it was just a
    story."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Xena frowned, "What?"

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>"Havenous, " Gabrielle began explaining,
    "was a large Kingdom that was destroyed by a vicious Warlord.
    The ruins of the city remained empty for years then a group of
    pilgrims came upon it. Their homes had been destroyed months before
    and they were looking for a new place to start their lives again.
    They were overwhelmed by the size of the once great kingdom and
    loved the peaceful valley that surrounded it so they began
    rebuilding. As time went by other raid survivors from all over the
    land heard about the city and came to help rebuild. It took many
    years and a lot of hard work but it's supposed to have been
    completely restored and it's entire population a mixture of
    survivors from different raids."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Gabrielle's gift a gab and listening made her a
    wealth of information that even Xena had come to respect.
    "They welcome any people who are in search of a safe haven.
    They say that there is a Guardian watching over the city and
    it's people and protects all within its walls."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>Xena interrupted, "Guardian? Refresh my
    memory."

    “http://www.xenafan.com/fiction/content5/space.gif” width=”20″
    border=”0″>"Chosen of the Gods." Gabrielle supplied. When
    that didn't seem to help, she continued, "Some of the
    Gods, the ones who appreciate and like mortals saw that they
    couldn't be every where to help us and decided to choose
    certain mortals. Bestow on them a special gift to help in their
    mission, like super strength or great speed, invisibility, all kind
    of things. Course all of this is only a myth. Part of the deal is
    that they can't advertise who they are so no one can really say
    they've ever met a Guardian."

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