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Blogathon 2007: Chapter 43.

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Closing his eyes, yielding the sword of light for the first time, Rogers swung with all his might. He heard, rather than saw, Ripley gasp, the sound of clattering stones against rock following the gasp.

Opening his eyes revealed Ripley, mortally wounded, lying on the ground.

Rogers looked at the sword, and then at Ripley. "Light defeats dark," he said. "Always."

Ripley said nothing, gasping out the last breaths, saying goodbye to his 1000 years as Doogle, as the Great Knower, the one with all the answers.

He was gone.

The Three Brothers weren't.

Rogers slid the cylinder back into his bandoleer, and turned to the newest brother.

"We've not been properly introduced. I'm Bob Rogers, and this is my brother, Bob Rogers. And you are...?"

"I'm Bob Rogers."

The three smiled. Same name. Together at last.

"I've got a partially functioning ship and a great crew that has probably made their way back to it by now. Interested?"

"Definitely."

"What about the gate," the temporarily blind brother said, startling his two more talkative brothers. "It's connected to us somehow. Don't you want to find out?"

Neither answered. Someday they would. But that wasn't today.

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