Cabel was in over his head.
While it was true that Cabel had some powers, enough to get him into Starlight Academy and separate him from his fellow humans, the fact of the matter was that Cabel was very much mortal.
He had no energetic healing powers, he had no ability to fly, teleport, or otherwise arrive from one place to the other.
What Cabel was good at was making some damn good recreational fun in the form of tiny pills and finding things.
He woke up with a strong feeling that he needed to go to a particular islet, one he had read about in the herbology or gardening or whatever kind of plant book his girlfriend, Aeon, had left on the coffee table weeks before. He found what he was looking for, too--a cluster of a tiny plant whose name he couldn't remember but had the properties he needed to make a drug that Cabel suspected would have the recipient literally float while euphoric. It would be cheaper to make than a drug he'd tried before--that one gave the person the ability to fly. Cabel wanted to call this one on cloud nine.
The only problem was that the tiny motorboat he'd rented from the marina had drifted off into sea.
Okay, that wasn't the only problem. The other problem might have been that Cabel had tripped, sprained his ankle, and got twisted into some kind of bush that left tiny cuts with little stinging nettles all over his arms and legs. He was starting to get dizzy.
There was no way he could swim home even if he wanted to. His cell phone? On that boat.
Cabel was really, really hoping for a lucky break.
While it was true that Cabel had some powers, enough to get him into Starlight Academy and separate him from his fellow humans, the fact of the matter was that Cabel was very much mortal.
He had no energetic healing powers, he had no ability to fly, teleport, or otherwise arrive from one place to the other.
What Cabel was good at was making some damn good recreational fun in the form of tiny pills and finding things.
He woke up with a strong feeling that he needed to go to a particular islet, one he had read about in the herbology or gardening or whatever kind of plant book his girlfriend, Aeon, had left on the coffee table weeks before. He found what he was looking for, too--a cluster of a tiny plant whose name he couldn't remember but had the properties he needed to make a drug that Cabel suspected would have the recipient literally float while euphoric. It would be cheaper to make than a drug he'd tried before--that one gave the person the ability to fly. Cabel wanted to call this one on cloud nine.
The only problem was that the tiny motorboat he'd rented from the marina had drifted off into sea.
Okay, that wasn't the only problem. The other problem might have been that Cabel had tripped, sprained his ankle, and got twisted into some kind of bush that left tiny cuts with little stinging nettles all over his arms and legs. He was starting to get dizzy.
There was no way he could swim home even if he wanted to. His cell phone? On that boat.
Cabel was really, really hoping for a lucky break.