Table of Contents
Cover
Part I
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Part II
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Part III
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Part IV
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Part V
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Part VI
Chapter 31
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TERRA
The Portal Series
Book Two
by
Richard Bowker
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PART I
Home
Chapter 1
I was standing in the snack-food aisle of the 7-11 when I saw her. Somehow I knew who she was—or what she was, really. Even though she looked like everyone else, was dressed like everyone else. There was something about her eyes, her gaze. Something I remembered....
And she knew me, which was very strange. "Larry," she murmured. "We've got to talk."
But just then my friend Vinny Polkinghorne came up behind me and whacked my Red Sox cap off, and when I had picked it up the woman was gone. "Cut it out, Vinny!" I said, but he just grinned.
I ran to the front of the store, but she wasn't there, and I couldn't leave the store without paying for my bag of Doritos, and when I had done that and gone outside, she wasn't there either. She wasn't anywhere.
"What's the matter?" Vinny asked. "Looking for someone?"
"No, I just—nothing."
"Well, that's stupid," Vinny said. "Can I have a Dorito?"
I handed him the bag.
"Let's go hang out at the harbor," he suggested, opening the bag and stuffing his mouth full of Doritos.
"Nah, I gotta get home. I just remembered I've got a composition to write."
"Stupid homework."
"I know, right? See you."
Vinny handed the bag back to me, then got on his bike and rode off. I got on mine and searched for the woman for a couple of minutes, but I didn't spot her. So I got off my bike and sat on a bench across from the Glanbury post office. After a minute I took out my cell phone and called Kevin Albright.
I was still getting used to having a cell phone. My parents had finally relented and gotten us all phones, even my kid brother Matthew, because everyone else in the world but us had one. Also, I think they liked it that we were all getting along so much better, which was mainly due to me and the way I had matured. My parents had no idea why I had matured, of course, and I wasn't going to tell them.
"What's up, Larry?" Kevin said.
"I'm pretty sure I just saw someone," I replied.
"Someone who?"
"You know. Like the preacher. From, you know."
"The preacher? Where? Was he, you know, preaching?"
"No. And it was a woman. I saw her in the 7-11."
"Did you talk to her?"
"No. But she knew me. And she had those eyes." Those glittering eyes...
"What happened?"
"She knew me. She said she had to talk, but then Vinny Polkinghorne showed up and started bugging me, and when I looked up she was gone."
Kevin was silent for a minute. Then he said, "You could be mistaken. It could've been anyone."
Kevin had never seen the preacher. If he had, he'd have known I wasn't mistaken. "What if I'm right?" I said. "What if someone has come back? What if the portal is here again?"
The portal. Our secret. The invisible device that took you to other universes—like the one we lived in but different, in little ways and big ones. The device had taken Kevin and me to a universe where we'd ended up trapped for months, without cars or computers or phones, where we'd fought in a war and Kevin had come down with a strange disease and almost died. And where I found another version of my family, different from mine but somehow the same. A universe in which I had already died.
"The portal isn't here, Larry," Kevin said quietly. "Why should it be here? We've been back for months, and after we came back it disappeared—they took it away or moved it or something. That's all over now."
"I don't think it's over," I replied.
"You don't want it to be over," Kevin said.
"It doesn't matter what I want. I saw that woman. She knew my name."
"You saw someone. But that doesn't mean anything."
"Yes, it does."
"Whatever," Kevin said, suddenly sounding bored. "I'll see you at school."
"Sure."
I put my phone away. I was right; I knew that. But I was thinking about what Kevin said. You don't want it to be over. Was that true? Maybe. I didn't run away from that woman when I saw her; I went looking for her. That said something, didn't it?
And I knew that Kevin may have sounded bored, but he wasn't, not really. He wanted to know what was going, too.
But maybe I wanted it a little bit more.
I rode my bike home. My kid brother Matthew was playing a video game in our room. Mom was in her office, working on one of those grant proposals she gets paid to write. My older sister Cassie wasn't home; she was in the play at the high school and stayed late every day rehearsing. I sat in the living room and tried to concentrate on my homework. It wasn't any use, though.
Those eyes.
What did she want? She knew my name. We've got to talk.
I thought about the preacher. He had called himself simply a traveler. He was from one of those other universes. They used the portal to travel around to universes like ours and give sermons to people who mostly paid no attention to them. Seemed like a waste of time to me, but I guess he knew what he was doing. He had helped Kevin and me get h
ome, which he didn't have to do, and for that I was grateful.
I wondered what universe he was visiting right now.
Dinner was the usual—Dad got home around six, and he wanted to know about everyone's day while we ate spaghetti and meatballs. Of course Cassie didn't like the meatballs, but she was more interested in telling us about her rehearsal than complaining about the food. She went on and on about who was messing up their lines and who didn't understand their character and whatnot. She didn't have a very big part, but she was convinced that she should have the lead. I overheard Dad tell Mom once that drama gave Cassie "an outlet for her histrionics." After I looked up the word, I decided he was probably right.
Matthew had a long, boring story to tell about his Social Studies project, which he was doing with his friend Zach and involved creating a display of agricultural products from different states. Or something.
And then it was my turn.
"How was your day, Larry?"
"Fine."
"What did you do?"
"Nothing much. Hung out with Vinny."
"How's Vinny?"
"The same."
What could I say? Things were kind of boring. Except for the thing that I couldn't talk about.
After supper I went upstairs and surfed the net for a while. Matthew asked me what I was doing, like he always does.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" I replied. "I'm reading."
"I know, but what are you reading about?"
"The multiverse."
I thought that would shut him up, but it didn't. "What's a multiverse?"
"There's this theory that the universe we live in isn't the only universe that exists. There are lots of other universes—maybe an infinite number of them. They call that the multiverse."
"But that's stupid. There's only one universe. How could there be more than one?"
"Well, some really smart people think that's not true."
"How do they know? Has anyone ever seen one? Has anyone ever been to one?"
Sometimes I wanted to tell Matthew about my adventure, but why bother? He wouldn't believe me. How could he? From his perspective, I had never left—the months I had spent in that other universe had passed in no time on this one. I couldn't explain how. And I couldn't explain how the portal worked, when all the scientists said that the best we could do is maybe detect another universe somehow; we couldn't actually visit one. "No," I said to Matthew, "no one's ever been to one. But no one's ever been to the sun. That doesn't mean the sun doesn't exist."
Matthew pondered that, and then moved on. "Did you know that California produces almost all the artichokes in America?"
"I did not know that, Matthew," I replied. "That's very interesting."
He looked at me suspiciously, sensing sarcasm, and then said, "Well, I think it's interesting."
"I'm going to look up some more artichoke facts right after I finish reading about the multiverse."
"Shut up, Larry," he said. But I knew he wasn't upset.
The next day at school Kevin cornered me in the lunchroom. "It's not here," he repeated.
"Why do you keep saying that, like you know for sure? You don't know anything. You're just—" And then I figured it out. "You're worried you'll have to make a choice," I said. "Go or stay."
"Don't be stupid," he replied.
I had been by myself when I first discovered the portal, and I didn't know what it was—just some invisible something that let me hide from the annoying Stinky Glover. I used it fast—found myself in another universe, spent half an hour exploring a Glanbury that was kind of like the town where I really lived and kind of not, and then I came back. It had been Kevin's big idea to go into the portal again, this time with him. And we landed in a very different, very scary place. And it was Kevin who came to regret that decision even more than I did.
"Okay, Kevin," I said. "It was probably nothing. I just got, you know, this vibe. Plus, she knew my name."
"Fine," he said. "But I don't think you're right. What are the odds?"
I wanted to argue with him. What did odds have to do with it? The woman was looking for me. Which meant she knew where she could find me. Which probably meant she knew the preacher.
But why was she looking for me?
I decided I didn't really want to argue with Kevin. "Yeah, okay," I said. "I agree. Sorry I even mentioned it. Let's hurry up and eat."
We hurried up and ate, and we talked about other stuff. But Kevin still looked worried.
After school I went home on the bus. I didn't really feel like hanging out downtown like I usually did. I didn't have much homework, so I went back to trying to understand the Wikipedia article on the multiverse. Like Matthew, my father had noticed me reading about the multiverse once, and he'd gotten really excited, and he tried to explain to me about Everett's many-worlds interpretation of quantum mechanics and the wave function collapse and other stuff I wasn't ever going to understand. I pretended to be interested—and I guess I was, sort of. I knew that what happened to me and Kevin was real, but it was nice to know that there was science behind it—that smart people like my Dad could possibly believe it was real.
Anyway, I gave up on Wikipedia after a while and I decided to take a walk in the conservation land behind our house. This was where I had found the portal back last fall. Now it was spring, and the leaves were budding on the trees and the ground was a little muddy, so my mother would probably yell at me if I didn't wipe off my sneakers before I went back in the house. She used to be really worried about me wandering off by myself in the woods, but she's calmed down a bit lately. Apparently she has decided I'm not quite as stupid as she thought.
I found the spot where I had stumbled onto the portal when I was trying to get away from Stinky Glover. I groped around to see if it was there. It wasn't. That didn't necessarily mean anything. It could be anywhere. The preacher had moved it, back in the other universe. And, like Kevin said, he—or someone—had taken it away from here sometime after we returned. What did I know about portals?
I felt a surge of disappointment, though. And I knew that Kevin was right. I didn't want it to be over.
And that's when I heard the voice.
"Larry Barnes."
It was so soft that at first I thought I was imagining it. I couldn't bring myself to answer.
"Larry," the voice repeated.
I turned. And she was there, standing among the trees, staring at me the way she had at the 7-11.
"Larry, I need your help."
Chapter 2
I stared at her. She was tall and slender, with short black hair. I'm not really good at telling how old people are, but I guessed she might be about thirty. She was wearing jeans and a down vest over a plaid shirt—the same outfit she'd been wearing at the 7-11. She was very attractive. She spoke English with the slightest bit of some kind of strange accent—just enough to tell you that she wasn't from America.
Stranger danger, my mother would say.
But I felt safe—safe enough, anyway. The woman's eyes told me what I needed to know. "Who are you?" I asked, although I thought I knew the answer.
"My name is Valleia," she replied.
"And... you're not from here."
She nodded. "I am not."
"Why do you need my help?"
"Do you remember sitting in a dark church last Christmas Eve? It was not far from here, but at the same time... it was not here. And a stranger appeared. He explained some things to you, and he told you how to get home, when you thought you would never be able to."
I remembered. The preacher. The traveler. When I first saw him, he was giving sermons to people who weren't very interested. And then there was that Christmas Eve. Listen to your heart, he had told me when I was trying to figure out whether I should leave that other world, or stay with a family I had come to love.
"Is he in trouble?" I asked.
Valleia nodded. "He is. Do you have time to listen to the story?"
"Sure," I replied.
She got down on the ground and sat crossed-legged on the soggy leaves. I sat opposite her. She closed her eyes for a moment, and then opened them. "His name is Affronius," she began. "Affron, for short. Did he tell you anything about the world he came from?"
"Just a little. He was a kind of priest, he said. He and the other priests used the portal to go around to other worlds, other universes—'imparting wisdom,' he said. But they tried not to interfere, even though they knew how to cure diseases and everything."
"Well, yes, that's true, although Affron is much more interested in imparting wisdom than most of the rest of us."
"He was kind of... odd," I said. "I liked him."
"Many of us like him," Valleia replied softly.
"What's going on? Why is he in trouble?"
"Because of his oddness, I suppose. Larry, let me tell you about Terra."
Terra. I must have come across that word somewhere in my reading, because it didn't seem totally unfamiliar. But the word sounded so different, hearing it spoken by Valleia that afternoon, sitting on the damp ground in the woods behind my house.
"Terra is the name of our world," Valleia went on. "A big part of our world is ruled by a priesthood. Affron is part of that priesthood; so am I. Some of us travel to other worlds; many others stay behind and govern our empire on Terra. This has been going on for centuries—ever since Via was discovered, really."
"What's Via?" Like Terra, the word seemed familiar.
"Ah. I'm sorry. That's our name for what you call the portal. Anyway, there is a rule—Affron says he told you about it—that we are not supposed to change the worlds we visit. We don't tell them how to build weapons; we don't cure their diseases; above all, we don't talk to them about the portal."
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