“How?” Siry asked. “The dados—”
“Gather your people together,” I ordered Genj. “Bring them to the center of town. Tell them they’re going to have to defend Rayne. They saw what happened to the pilgrims. What’s coming will be worse. We’re going to need every person in this village who can fight.”
Genj was shaken. He looked like a confused, old man. “This is…is…all wrong. So many generations have planned for this day. It just cannot be!”
I took Telleo by the arm and looked her square in the eye. “Get through to him. You’ve got to be ready when we get back.”
“Where are you going?” Telleo asked.
“Don’t even ask. It’s up to you all to make sure this village is ready to fight.”
“How long will you be gone?” Drea asked.
“Not long. Maybe a few hours. We can’t afford to be gone any longer than that.”
“What’s the point, Pendragon?” Siry asked.
“We’re going to get help.”
Soon after, Siry and I ran through the village, headed for the beach. People were milling around, dazed. Many had witnessed the destruction of the pilgrim fleet. Most had no idea what it all meant. We made one stop. It was back at the tribunal hut where Telleo nursed me to health. There we gathered several small wooden canisters that contained a poison. It was harmless to us, but deadly to its intended target.
Bees.
We left the hut and quickly ran to the beach. It wasn’t difficult finding the rocky cave near the shore.
“Why are we here?” Siry asked. “I’ve been in this cave before. There’s nothing here to help us.”
I didn’t explain. He’d find out soon enough. We entered the cave and moved quickly through the labyrinth of tunnels. Whenever we came to an intersection, I looked at my Traveler ring to show me the way. The gray stone was glowing brighter with every turn. When we were about to enter the large, cathedral-like cavern where I first encountered the quig-bees, I decided not to take any chances. I motioned to Siry. He pulled a stopper out of one of the canisters and tossed it in ahead of us.
“That’s enough poison to kill a couple thousand bees,” he said.
“You better be right,” I said, and poked my head around the corner in time to see a storm of bright yellow lights falling from the ceiling. It was raining quigs. Dead quigs. Thousands of yellow lights soon carpeted the sandy floor.
Siry gasped at the sight. “I’ve lived here all my life and never saw anything like that.”
“Get used to it.”
We ran through the cavern, crunching dead quigs under our feet. A few turns later we found the cavern with the rocky pool of water that was the mouth of the flume.
“This is it,” I declared.
“This is what? I’ve been here before. It’s just a pool.”
I took the poison canisters and placed them along the cavern wall, in case we needed them when we got back. It didn’t hurt to be sure, but if my plan worked the way I wanted, we wouldn’t be needing them. I stepped up to the pool and looked into the calm, green water. I hadn’t yet flumed out of there; I wasn’t sure what to do.
“I’ll go along with whatever you want, Pendragon. But you have to tell me what this is about.”
“You gotta be strong,” I said. “You’re about to see things you never thought possible. All I can tell you is that your father knew it all. If you have any love or respect for his memory, trust him. Trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then let’s go for a swim,”
I dove headfirst into the pool. Siry was right behind. We didn’t bother changing clothes. The time was long past for that, especially with what I had in mind. Was I doing the right thing? I didn’t know and didn’t care. Not anymore. I wanted to hurt Saint Dane and nothing was going to stop me.
“It’s a bottomless pool,” Siry said as the two of us treaded water. “There’s nothing down there.”
“You’re wrong,” I corrected. “Everything is down there. Everything there ever was or will be.” I took a breath and called out, “Veelox!”
The water started to swirl. It was like being in a giant Jacuzzi. Lights appeared deep down below.
“Pendragon?” Siry said nervously.
“Relax. It won’t hurt a bit.”
A moment later we were both sucked down below the surface, and rocketed to the past for what I hoped would be a meeting between me, Siry…and a ghost.
JOURNAL #31
IBARA
The two of us sailed side by side through the crystal tunnel across eternity. There wasn’t time to bring Siry along slowly and introduce him to the strange wonders of the flume. He was going to have to pick it up as we went along. I suppose I should have worried about how he’d react, but to be honest, that’s not where my head was. My focus was on Saint Dane and stopping his dado attack. Siry was along for the ride, and to help where he could. If he slowed me down, I would send him back to Ibara in a heartbeat.
Beyond the crystal walls were more ethereal images from the territories, floating in space. Every time I traveled, there were more. I could barely make out the stars, that’s how dense the images had become. Faces tumbled into animals that gave way to marching armies. It was like watching a multilayered movie, where everything was vaguely transparent. It was an ominous sight. A word came to mind that best described it. “Chaos.” Or maybe there was another word. “Convergence.” Seeing the images swirl around gave me more reason to believe I was doing the right thing. The chaos had to end before it consumed everything.
Siry watched wide-eyed. I didn’t know where to begin to explain what it all meant.
“I know” was all I said. “You’re going to see some incredible sights and have a thousand questions. I’ll answer them all, but not now. You’re going to have to trust me.”
Siry nodded with his mouth hanging open in awe. If there was anything good that came of this experience, it proved to Siry once and for all that the Travelers were real.
He only asked one question: “My father knew of all this?”
“He was a Traveler,” I answered. “This is what we do.”
I was afraid Siry might panic. Having your world turned inside out wasn’t an easy thing to deal with. Everything he’d seen up to this point may have been incredible, but it was explainable. This…wasn’t.
“I’m okay, Pendragon,” he assured me, as if reading my mind. “Just try to give me a little warning before showing me anything else that might make me go insane, all right?”
I almost chuckled. “Okay. I’ll start now. We’re traveling back in time to another territory. We’re going to Veelox before the final fall.”
Siry thought a moment, then said, “I guess I can handle that.”
“Good. Can you handle meeting Aja Killian?”
Siry shot me an incredulous look. I wasn’t sure if he was going to laugh or cry.
“You’re not going to go insane on me, are you?” I asked.
He didn’t have time to answer, because the musical notes that always accompanied a flume trip became louder and more frequent, signaling our arrival on Veelox. We landed. The light of the flume drew back. The music drifted away. We were in pitch dark.
“Where are we?” Siry asked.
“In the past. Your past.”
A thin sliver of light marked the door leading out of the gate. I pushed it open, and light from the tunnel beyond flooded the rocky cave that held the flume. I stepped out, followed by Siry, and pushed the gray door shut behind us.
“That star marks the gate to the flume,” I said, pointing to the star that was etched into the gray wall. I took his hand and held it up. The stone in his Traveler ring was sparkling. I held my hand next to it, showing that my ring glowed as well. “This helps too. The closer you get to a gate, the brighter your ring will sparkle.”
“Magic,” he gasped.
“I wish it were that easy.”
We were in familiar surroundings. For me, anyway. It wa
s a subway tunnel with broken tracks. No trains would be moving through. We started walking.
“How do you know we’re in the right time?” Siry asked.
“The flume always puts the Travelers where they need to be, when they need to be there. I don’t know if it reads our minds, or if somebody out there is controlling it all like some puppet master. All I know is that, unless I’m totally wrong, we will be on Veelox in the time of Aja Killian.”
We reached the metal ladder that led up and out of the tunnel and started to climb. Every time I saw something familiar, it gave me confidence that the flume had done its job. When I reached the top of the ladder, I pushed on the manhole cover. I had a brief thought that if we hadn’t landed in the right time, the collapsed skyscraper might already be covering the street. The cover pushed up easily. A few seconds later I was standing on a familiar city street.
Siry climbed up to join me and asked, “Do you know where we are?”
“Yeah. So do you. Rubic City.”
Siry looked around in wonder. “No, it isn’t. There are trees and signs, and it looks like people actually live here.”
“They do. Or they did. This is the past, remember?”
“Where are they?” he asked.
I knew the answer to that, unfortunately. It was time to introduce Siry to Lifelight. We jogged through the empty streets, heading for the pyramid. This was a city that was only beginning its slow spiral into decay. Paper blew along the sidewalks, shops were full of merchandise, and glass windows were still intact. There were smells, too. It made the place feel alive. It would be a long time before the city died completely.
Siry stopped suddenly when he got his first view of the Lifelight pyramid.
“It really is Rubic City,” he said softly.
The skin of the pyramid was once again shiny and black. We started jogging toward the entrance. As we got closer, we started seeing people. A few phaders and vedders were hanging around outside, getting a rare glimpse of daylight.
Siry froze in fear.
“It’s okay,” I assured him. “They’re not Flighters.”
The Lifelight workers gave us strange looks as we entered the pyramid. Once inside, we moved quickly along the corridor with the purple lights that killed any stray bacteria entering the pyramid. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise up. It was a comforting feeling. It meant that Lifelight was still functioning. I didn’t know for sure exactly when the flume had put us, but it was definitely at a time before the pyramid had failed. Further proof came when we entered the core. Every phader station was operational. All the Lifelight screens were lit. Multiple thousands of jumps were under way. The individual fantasies of every jumper played out on the screens before us. I stole a quick glance at Siry to see his reaction. I think his mind had locked.
“You okay?” I asked.
“I thought you were going to warn me before showing me something that would make me insane.”
I heard a familiar, bold voice.
“Tell me it’s time,” the voice said.
Aja Killian stood in the center of the core corridor, with her hands on her hips and her feet apart, wearing the dark blue coveralls of a phader. She looked every bit as confident as I remembered. Her blond hair was pulled back in a perfect ponytail. She wore the same yellow-tinted, wire-rimmed glasses. The only difference was her eyes. They were as blue and alive as I remembered, but they looked tired. Aja was older, but not just in years.
“Time for what?” I asked.
Aja walked right up to me. “You promised me another shot at that bastard Saint Dane. I want to know if it’s time. Nice clothes, by the way,” she added sarcastically, checking me out.
“Good to see you, too, Aja.”
Aja glanced at Siry. “Who’s that?”
Siry didn’t move. He must have been in shock. After all, he was in the presence of a legend.
“His name is Siry. He’s a Traveler.”
“From where?” Aja asked, sizing him up.
“From Ibara.”
Aja shot me a stunned look. “Did you say—”
“Yeah. Ibara.”
For once the brilliant Aja Killian was speechless.
“There’s another turning point on Veelox, Aja,” I said. “It’s over three hundred years from now, and it’s on Ibara. Ever hear of it?”
“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know that answer,” she said firmly.
“Here’s another answer for you. It’s time. You’ve got your second chance at Saint Dane.”
A few hours later the three of us sat in the central core control room of Lifelight. This was Aja’s domain. It was the master control area for this particular Lifelight pyramid. Aja had given us a delicious (not) helping of rainbow gloid, the gelatin-like food that was the staple on Veelox. It was exactly as I’d remembered it. Fruity, unfulfilling, but energizing. Siry was reluctant to try it until Aja looked him square in the eye and ordered, “Eat!”
He ate it all like a trained puppy. It was good to be a legend.
I filled Aja in on most of what had happened since I left Veelox. I didn’t go into great detail, but told her enough so she understood that the thing Saint Dane called the Convergence was about to happen, and the launching point was going to be Ibara.
I went into a lot more detail describing Ibara. Siry helped me there. He was getting more comfortable with Aja and actually seemed to enjoy sharing tales of his home. It was a home that Aja planned. He wanted her to know how she was (would be) considered a hero for having conceived of it.
Aja liked that.
The flume had brought us back to a time when Aja’s plans for Ibara were already formed. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Lifelight would fail. People had already started dying. She hadn’t yet chosen the forty colonists, but had selected Ibara as their destination. It was fun telling her how the plan was going to work beautifully. Ibara became an idyllic, flourishing society that didn’t rely on technology. The population was renewed. Veelox was on the verge of rebirth.
It wasn’t so much fun telling her of the Flighters, and the destruction of the pilgrim ships, and ultimately about the dados that were going to swarm the island. Her plan worked…up to a point.
“It’s the turning point for Ibara,” I concluded. “Saint Dane convinced the Flighters to attack and destroy the pilgrims. The dado invasion won’t be far behind. That’s why we’re here.”
Aja paced. She didn’t waste time fretting over past problems. She was already looking for solutions.
“It’s simple,” she declared with confidence. “I’ll change the equation. If the people are going to follow my plan, I’ll make a better plan. I’ll get them to build stronger ships. Or arm them with weapons. Or better, the pilgrimage should begin earlier.” She was getting excited. “This is incredible, Pendragon,” she said, her eyes wild with enthusiasm. “I know what’s going to happen, so I can counter it from the past! I can control the future. “
“No, you can’t,” I said flatly.
“Why not?” she argued. “We’ve got the tools; we should use them.”
“It won’t make a difference. That’s the whole point. Halla has become fluid. If we change one thing today, Saint Dane will counter by changing something else tomorrow. He has the overall vision of Halla. It’s how he found all the turning points. No matter what we do now, Saint Dane will counter it. If you tell the people to build stronger ships, the Flighters will get stronger weapons. If the pilgrimage begins earlier, the Flighter attack will come earlier. I tried to get Courtney to stop Mark from inventing the dados. It didn’t work. Uncle Press always told me things should play out the way they were meant to. That’s exactly what Saint Dane is trying to disrupt. He’s making sure nothing happens the way it’s supposed to, by tearing apart the natural order. Convergence. Chaos. When Halla implodes, he’ll rebuild it the way he sees fit.”
“So then, why did you come here?” Aja asked.
“I’m going to fight him, Aja.
” I pointed to Siry and said, “We’re going to fight him with the people of Ibara. His rules. His war. He said the destruction of Ibara will kick off the Convergence. Fine. That means we have to stop it. Not by skirting it or trying to do something clever by changing history, but by meeting him dead on and beating him with his own tactics.”
Aja kept her eyes on me. I was ready for her to argue. “You’re not the same person, Pendragon.”
“I’ve grown up.”
“That’s not it,” she said thoughtfully. “I’m sensing, I don’t know, anger. Bitterness. Are you letting your emotions cloud your judgment?”
“It’s hard not to be angry after seeing what I’ve seen,” I answered honestly.
“I get that,” she said. “You know how badly I want to beat Saint Dane. But I haven’t lost my ability to operate logically.”
“I am being logical!” I snapped.
“Then I’ll ask you again, why are you here?”
“I need to know everything about Ibara. It was once a military base. I need weapon information. And maps. Anything you have. If we’re going to defend the place, I want every advantage there is.”
Aja nodded thoughtfully. “There are old plans of the island that describe miles of underground tunnels and give a complete listing of its defenses.”
“Perfect!” I shouted. Things were looking up.
“Is that all?”
I wasn’t exactly sure how to say what I needed to say. I counted on the fact that she was going to be as logical and unemotional as always, because what I had to tell her was going to hurt.
“I want you to come back with us. We need you. The people of Ibara need you. This is the last stand, Aja. You should be there. It’s your second shot at Saint Dane.”
I watched her, hoping she would give me a simple, “Sure!” She looked up at the master control panel of Lifelight, turning the idea over in her head.
“I can’t,” she finally declared. “What would we tell the people? That I’m a ghost from the past? A time traveler? Talk about mixing territories!”
“We won’t tell them who you are,” I countered. “We’ll say we found you in the ruins of Ibara. Yeah, that’s it! You’ll be a Flighter who changed her ways and wants to helps us beat the dados.”
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