[i]"Hope is for those who have something to hope for. We only hope for war and destruction so it shall forever happen."[/i] He wanted to say to her but decided against it as he was already halfway through the book. As he emerged from the book he saw three cloaked figures about 15 meters away. He cursed his luck as his hands broke some branches as he got out of the book and picked it up to hide into his own cloak. Just his luck when they heard and came through the wooded area like ghosts stopping in front of him. " Commander Cyrus. What are you doing here? You were supposed to return to camp at sunrise. It is now noon. We thought you had been captured or wor-" The one talking got hit with a gout of flame. " Shut up. Your voice annoys me. I was reading a book. Now get on with it. I'm coming back." His mood had considerably worsened at his terrible luck. Well that and the loss of all that power he had in the other world. So much more untapped power. The girl said it was a wasteland, but one so full of bounty for a magic user. The two remaining soldiers picked up their friend and shot up into the sky before heading north. The flame disappearing as he walked past it to reach his camp. 

After a while on the road and getting board of seeing the corpses of the traitor kings army he took out the plated book and opened the pages. Just as before, the writing faded into view " Guns? That is another new one." He muttered to no one. Casting a glance around he meandered off the road some and sat against a tree and his quill "[i]Allow me to get back to my war tent before you try coming through with your world's objects.[/i]" With that he tucked everything away again and continued his slow way back to his armies camp. As eager as he was he had a reputation to uphold and that meant bearing with the burden of potential knowledge lost. As he entered the camp his voice run out over the noise of the celebration. " WE LEAVE AT SUNRISE. GET SOME SLEEP AND GET READY TO GO BACK TO THE CAPITAL! SAVE YOUR PARTYING TILL THEN" He heard a few groans but then the word got passed around and they started to move to their tents. As soon as Cyrus entered his tent he placed the book down on the table  and quickly wrote, " [i]All is set over here. Whenever you are ready.[/i]