Everwild
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Each time Nick arrived at one of her traps, and freed one of her snagged souls, he hoped for that moment of confrontation, where her anger would be undermined by the love he knew she felt for him. But she never came forward to face him. Instead, Mary always left without affording him the dignity of a proper slap in the face.
"Shes heading northwest," Charlie said. "Dya want to follow her again?"
"Where are we?" Nick asked.
Charlie looked at his map. "Somewhere in Virginia. East of Richmond. "
This was the farthest south theyd ever been--but there were Afterlights who Nick had come across, who spoke of things even farther south than this. Rumors. Things that could not be believed in the living world, but in Everlost, anything was possible. So Mary would not face him--and now he suspected she never would without a full-out war. There was no question her soul traps were all about gathering up an army. Fine, Mary, thought Nick. If thats what you want, then Ill play.
"Head south. "
Charlie shook his head. "Cant. I havent charted any tracks south of Virginia. Why dya wanna go south anyway? Nothing there but the Everwild. "
Nick grunted in frustration at the mention of it. "Thats all I ever hear! Everwild to the north, Everwild to the west, Everwild to the south--"
"Hey, its not my fault no one knows whats out there!"
"And to the Afterlights there, were in the Everwild. " Perhaps the living world had finally connected coast-to-coast and around the world, but Everlost was a new frontier. It was just like the days when America was still the New World, and no one knew what breathtaking vistas and unforeseen dangers lay over the next ridge. Perhaps the unknown wouldnt have been so daunting if they had an entire crew--but unlike Mary, Nick hadnt been interested in collecting followers. His job was to get rid of them, which made it hard to maintain more than just the barest of skeleton crews--namely, himself, Charlie, and Johnnie-O. It was time to change all that.
"Come on, Charlie--lets tame the Everwild! Well chart the rails, and mark the deadspots on the way!"
And although Charlie was reluctant to travel to places unknown, Nick knew he was tempted. There was a certain excitement in breaking away from the familiar, and shattering old routines.
"Well need to look for a finder who can trade us the paper well need to make a new map," said Charlie, "but until then I can scratch the map into the engine bulkhead. "
Nick slapped him on the back, leaving an accidental chocolate stain. "Lets get started, then. Well get to the southern Afterlights before Mary can!"
With the furnace blazing on the memory of coal, the steam engine headed south into a vast unknowable wild.
Chapter 4 The Outcast
On a warm June afternoon, two finders came to a small-town diner that had burned down many years before. The living world had paved over the spot, and turned it into a parking lot for the bank next door, but in Everlost, the diner remained, its chrome siding shining in the afternoon sun. It was the only building in town that had crossed, and so had become a home to about a dozen Afterlights.
The finders, a boy and a girl, arrived riding a horse. This was unheard of. Well, not entirely unheard of. There were stories about one finder in particular who traveled on the only horse ever known to have crossed into Everlost--and it was said she did travel with a companion, although he never played into the stories much.
As the kids stepped out of the diner, they kept their distance, wanting to, but also afraid to believe that this could be the finder of legend. The cluster of Afterlights were young--and the oldest girl from the diner (who, not surprisingly called herself "Dinah") was their leader. She was ten when she had died, and the thing she remembered about herself more than anything else was that she had long, luxurious hair--so now it trailed behind her like a smooth amber bridal train.
It had been a while since finders had come to town, and their arrival always began with hope, and ended with disappointment. Finders were endlessly searching out objects that crossed into Everlost, bartering and trading the items they found for things of greater value. But nothing much crossed here. The finders usually left with a sneer and didnt come back.
"Sorry," Dinah said to the two, as they got off their horse. "We dont have much to trade. Just this. " And she held out a shoelace.
The boy laughed. "The lace crossed, but not the shoe that went with it?"
Dinah shrugged. She expected this reaction. "Its what weve got. If you want it, then give us something in return. If not, then leave. " She looked over at the girl, daring to ask what the younger kids in her care were too afraid to ask. "You have a name?"
The girl smiled. "If you want my name, itll cost you a shoelace. "
Dinah pulled the shoelace back, shoving it in her pocket. "A names not even worth that much here. Its probably made up anyway, like everyone elses. "
The girl finder grinned again. "I think I have something to trade for the lace. " Then she reached into a saddlebag and pulled out a shimmering ornament that said Babys first Christmas.
All the younger kids oohed and ahhed, but Dinah kept her stony expression. "Thats worth more than a shoelace. And finders dont just give things away. "
"Consider it a gift of good will," the girl said, "from Allie the Outcast. "
This was the moment Allie loved most. The gasps, and the expressions on their faces. Some would believe she was who she claimed to be, others would have their doubts, but by the time she left, they would all believe--because it was true, and she liked to believe that truth did make itself clear in the end.
The young Afterlights, who had been so standoffish just a moment ago, now crowded around her, bombarding her with questions.
"Youre Allie the Outcast?"
"Is it true you can skinjack?"
"Is it true you spit in the face of the Sky Witch?"
"Is it true you charmed the McGill like a snake?"
She glanced at Mikey, who was not at all amused.
"I admit nothing," Allie said with a smirk, which just made them believe it all the more.
Dinah, however was only partially convinced. "All right, if you are who you say you are, then lets see you skinjack. " The kids all voiced their nervous approval of the suggestion. "Go on--theres plenty of fleshies around. " Allie looked around them, and sure enough the moving blurs of the living swept by them on the street, so easy to tune out when one wasnt looking.
"Im not a circus act," Allie said sternly. "I dont perform on command. " Dinah backed off, then turned her eyes to the other half of the team. "So if shes Allie the Outcast, who are you?"
"My names Mikey. "
Dinah laughed. "Not much of a name for a finder. "
"Fine," he said, clenching his fists by his side. "Then Im the McGill. "
But that just made all the other kids laugh too, and Mikey, who had a low threshold when it came to being mocked, stormed away.
Allie still held the ornament out to Dinah, but she didnt accept it. A small boy that had been hiding in Dinahs long trailing hair peered out.
"Please, Dinah . . . cant we keep it?" But Dinah shushed him.
"Do other finders come this way?" Allie asked.
Dinah paused purposefully before answering, perhaps to make it clear that she was in control of the conversation. "Sometimes. "
"Well, Ill give you this ornament," Allie said, "if you promise to save all your really good finds for me. "
"We promise, Allie," all the little kids said. "We promise. " Dinah nodded, reluctantly giving in to the wishes of the others, and took the ornament from Allie.
"You also have to promise one more thing. "
Dinahs face hardened. Allie could tell by that look on her face that although she appeared to be no older than ten, she was an old, old soul. "What do I have to promise?"
"That if Mary the Sky Witch ever darkens the sky with her great balloon, youll hide, and you wont let her take you away. " The kids all looked to Dinah for guidance. "Then who
will protect us from the Chocolate Ogre?" Dinah asked. "Who will protect us from the McGill?"
"It looks like youve done a pretty good job yourself," Allie told her. "And besides, theres no reason to fear the McGill or the Chocolate Ogre. Marys the one you need to worry about. "
They all nodded but seemed unconvinced--after all she was the Outcast. No matter how starstruck they might be, Allies advice was suspect.
Dinah gave the ornament to one of the other children. "Hang it on the coatrack," she told him. "Its the closest thing we have to a Christmas tree. " Then she turned back to Allie. "Well keep our promise; well save the best finds for you. "
It was a satisfactory business deal. She had won the loyalty of many groups of Afterlights. No--not groups--vapors, she thought, with a bitter little shake of the head. In one of Marys annoying little etiquette books, she had insisted that a gathering of Afterlights was properly referred to as "a vapor. " A flock of birds, a gaggle of geese, and a vapor of Afterlights. It irritated Allie no end that Mary so effectively determined the language they all used. Allie wouldnt have been surprised if Mary herself had coined the name "Everlost. "
Allie found Mikey a street away, stomping on a huge lawn, watching the ripples it created in the living world. He seemed embarrassed to be caught doing something so childlike. Allie tried to hide her smile, because she knew it would embarrass him even more.
"Are we done here?" Mikey asked. "Yes. Where to next?" Allie made room for him on the horse--letting him ride in front of her, holding the reins. In so many other ways he had taken a backseat to her, the least she could do was allow him the dignity of deciding where their travels would take them.
"I have an idea where we should go," Mikey said. "Its not too far from here. "
Allie had learned that being a finder was mostly about luck, and keen skills of observation. Some finders were hearse-chasers. That is to say, they lingered around the dying, hoping they might drop something in Everlost while crossing to the other side. But the best finds were always made quite by accident, and the best trades were made by being shrewd but honest. Even now the horses makeshift saddlebag was full of crossed items--a crystal doorknob, an empty picture frame, a well-worn teddy bear. In Everlost all these things were treasures.
But locating and trading crossed objects was only part of a finders job. Their real mystique came from their stories-- because while most Afterlights stayed put, finders traveled. They saw more, heard more than others, and spread the tales wherever they went. This is exactly the reason why Allie had decided to become one. When Allie first arrived in Everlost, she had heard tales of monsters and miracles, terror and salvation--but now she had some measure of control over the tales being told. She could spread the word that Mary was the real monster of Everlost and try to set people straight about Nick.
A chocolate ogre? Hah! Nick didnt have an ogreish bone in his body, so to speak. The problem was, Mary was far better at spreading her misinformation. It was much easier for other Afterlights to believe that beauty and virtue went hand in hand.