Raven Rise

by D. J. MacHale

  “I have proved that left to their own devices, they will never find it. People need guidance from a higher authority. Someone with vision. I have that vision. It will now become a reality.”

  “This is insane. You can’t create two different classes and think that the normal people of the world will let it happen. No way.”

  “Then how do you explain the stand taken by the United Nations? That august, respected voice of this world will vote tomorrow to adopt our positive way of thinking as an international standard. Is any more validation needed than that? People want simple answers, Pendragon. They want to be shown how things can be made better. They’re tired of pulling the deadweight of society. Ravinia gives them the chance to fly, not just survive.”

  “And what happens to those who don’t fit your perfect profile?” I asked.

  “They will perform important functions. There will always be a need for pure, simple laborers.”

  “Slaves,” I said with disdain.

  “Call it what you like.”

  “They’ll try to stop you,” I warned.

  “They will regret it,” Saint Dane said ominously.

  Before I could ask him what he meant by that, a door opened to the rear of the room. Two red shirts entered, followed by two more. It took four of them to keep Alder under control.

  “Ahh, our dear friend from Denduron!” Saint Dane exclaimed. “Just in time.”

  Alder’s hands were tied in front of him. I imagined the hard time he had given the dados.

  “You all right?” I asked.

  He nodded. I saw a huge black-and-blue mark on his cheek. I wondered how many of the dados he took out before they stopped him. Two of the red shirts left. The other two stayed and stood inside the door. I guess they were expecting more trouble.

  “Look,” Saint Dane exclaimed, gesturing to the viewing window. “It begins.”

  Alder and I stood together at the window and looked down. The place was packed. Every last seat was taken. The lights went dark. I felt a collective rush of anticipation from the people below. Everyone was at attention, waiting for…what? A pin spot of light hit a sole figure that stood near the mouth of the flume. Naymeer. He wore a long, dark robe, making him look like a monk. The crowd gasped, as if they were in the presence of a rock star.

  “Behold,” Naymeer’s amplified voice boomed. “Halla.”

  Naymeer held up his fist. Beams of laserlike light shot from his ring, spraying the room with color. The light danced over the faces of the assembled, who let out a collective sigh. They all had these serene looks, as if they were being kissed by a thousand tiny angels. I was less impressed. It was the same kind of light that sprang from the flume whenever it was activated. Okay, maybe I never saw it come from a Traveler’s ring, but still. It wasn’t all that new to me. I found myself rubbing my own ring. I had no idea it contained that kind of power. I looked at Alder. He stared at the spectacle, expressionless.

  The light flashed into the flume. Instantly the gray rocks of the tunnel began to glow. Naymeer had activated the tunnel. The rocks turned crystal. Light sprang from the flume itself. Was somebody on the way in? A ball of light erupted from the mouth of the tunnel, creating a brilliant flash. When the flash subsided, it was my turn to gasp. Three-dimensional images floated near the mouth of the flume.

  Images of Halla.

  “The island city of Faar from Cloral,” Naymeer announced.

  I saw the mountain city that had risen from beneath the sea. Hauler submarines floated around it, as if suspended in space. It was incredible. The image was clear, yet transparent. I couldn’t take my eyes off it. I didn’t think anybody else could either. No wonder they were all so impressed by Naymeer and his promises of other worlds.

  “Faar will be the home for Ravinia on Cloral,” Naymeer’s voice boomed. “As will the village of Leeandra on Eelong, and Xhaxhu on Zadaa. Each world will have its own Conclave of Ravinia, as we have here in New York.”

  My stomach now hurt as much as my head. It felt like a fantasy come true. A horrible, evil fantasy. As amazing and real as it was, I didn’t get how these people could buy into it so easily. I mean, I knew it was real, but to the people of Earth it just as easily could have been a hologram movie as a glimpse into another world. Why did they buy into it without any doubt?

  My answer came quickly. Shadows appeared through the image, moving forward. I soon realized they weren’t shadows at all, but very real people, who were walking out of the flume. The brilliant images of Cloral were sucked back in by the flume, as if it were a vacuum cleaner that controlled light. In a moment the flume went dark, and a spotlight shone on a group of five people standing beyond the mouth. I didn’t recognize any of them. They were five normal-looking people. Two men and three women. They wore clothes from Second Earth. They stood together, holding hands. As soon as the light hit them, they raised their clasped hands in triumph. The crowd jumped to its feet with excitement while applauding and cheering. Another group of people ran from the side to greet the five who had arrived through the flume. They hugged and kissed as if they were greeting loved ones who had returned from a long trip—which is exactly what they were.

  Naymeer’s voice proclaimed, “Our latest travelers, back from Cloral, where they enjoyed the wonders of that world of water.”

  “So it is true,” Alder said softly. “Anyone can travel.”

  “With the help of Naymeer,” I corrected.

  Naymeer continued, “Ravinians are joining together throughout Halla, sharing our views, planning our future. We are not alone. There are no boundaries. There is so much more to life then we ever imagined. It is there for us all to share. The chosen. The visionaries. The elite.”

  “As I have been saying,” Saint Dane declared, “the Convergence has broken down the barriers between worlds.”

  I realized how Naymeer was able to convince his followers that Halla was real. He showed them. He let them explore other territories. Other worlds. It truly was a Convergence. Of all the things I had seen in my years as a Traveler, this spectacle seemed the most incredible. Yet it was all too real. Ravinia was going to spread throughout Halla, dividing the classes and mixing the destinies of every world. Saint Dane’s vision was becoming a reality.

  A group of red shirts hurried in and gently escorted the newly returned travelers and their loved ones away. The spotlight returned to Naymeer, who stood in the center of the flume. He raised his hand and the crowd instantly grew quiet.

  “They will soon share with us the wonders of their travels to another world—wonders that, in time, you all will have the opportunity to experience yourselves. But first we must acknowledge the wonder that is about to happen right here on our own world. We are on the verge of seeing our dreams become reality. Tomorrow is a day that will go down in history as the beginning of a new Halla. Tomorrow is the day when, if all goes as we expect, the United Nations will accept us as the voice of our world.”

  An excited cheer went up. These people were out of their minds with joy. Through Naymeer, Saint Dane had done a real number on them. They fully bought into Ravinia and its philosophy. And why not? They were being tempted with the ability to travel to other worlds. It had to be pretty staggering to learn that there was so much more to the universe than they thought, and that they were the only people who were going to be allowed to take advantage of it. I guess the same kind of thing had happened to me, only I saw the darker side to it all. It didn’t seem like these people got any hint of that. No way.

  Naymeer raised his hands again.

  “As much as this is a time to celebrate, we must remain humble. There are those who still oppose us. Those who do not understand. Those who will never share in the glories of Halla. They are deserving of our sympathy.”

  The crowd didn’t peep. I didn’t feel a whole lot of sympathy going on. Man, who did they think they were? How could they be brainwashed into believing they were so superior? I glanced over to Saint Dane. He had a small smile on his face. Tha
t was my answer. Saint Dane had convinced them. Through Naymeer, he had seduced them into helping him begin his final assault on Halla. As Alder and I stood in that room, next to the guy who was the architect of this horror, I had no idea what we could do about it. I was beginning to accept the fact that Saint Dane was right. I was beaten.

  Naymeer continued, “Right now, outside the sacred walls of this conclave, a group has gathered to protest our very existence. Might I say, once the teachings of Ravinia are instituted, such crass showings will be a thing of the past.”

  I saw the people nodding to each other knowingly. Creeps.

  “There will be no more protests. No more dissension. No more violence. There will be only one voice. The voice of Ravinia. The voice of Halla. Your voice.”

  “There goes freedom of speech,” I said.

  Saint Dane didn’t react.

  “On the eve of such a historic occasion, I would like to invite some of our detractors to join us. To see what we are about. To get a small taste of the wonders of Halla.”

  A concerned murmur went up. The people didn’t expect that. How could Naymeer suggest bringing the unwashed masses into their perfect little temple? Naymeer raised both hands and added, “I assure you, this will be a night that none of us will forget. Nor will our detractors. I beg your patience and understanding.”

  The room lights went on. Naymeer strode away from the flume, walking directly up the center aisle. He was quickly joined by six guards, who surrounded him in a protective cocoon. They walked past the adoring yet confused eyes of the Ravinians, toward the rear of the room, and climbed the stairs.

  “What’s going on?” I asked.

  Saint Dane left the window and walked to the opposite wall. There was another red drape, much smaller than the one that was pulled back from the window looking down onto the flume. Saint Dane touched the wall panel. The smaller drape slid open the same way, revealing another window. He gestured for us to join him. I didn’t want to be anywhere near the guy, but I had to see what was happening.

  Alder and I reluctantly joined him and looked out of the window to the street below. It was night. We were in the familiar Bronx neighborhood that used to be home to the subway station that held the gate to the flume. Mark and Courtney had described the huge, marble structure that we were now in. We were looking down from the second or third floor. I could see the marble steps leading down to the street…a street that was packed with people. Protestors. They carried signs that read: WE THE PEOPLE…and LIBERTY AND JUSTICE FOR ALL. According to Saint Dane, these were the bottom-feeders of society. The losers who were nothing more than a drain on the world’s resources. From where I stood, they looked like regular people. Angry regular people. I could hear them chanting, “Stop Naymeer. Stop Naymeer.”

  A long line of red shirts kept the crowd from climbing the stairs. Unlike the dados inside, these guys were armed. They looked pretty imposing with their Tasers. Suddenly the chants turned to a chorus of boos. I looked directly down to see that a podium was set up on the stairs that led from the sidewalk up into the conclave building. Whatever was about to happen, it was planned. This wasn’t some impromptu moment. A group of red shirts marched down the steps toward the podium and surrounded it. Naymeer followed soon after and stood at the podium, looking out over a sea of his enemies.

  “My friends,” his voice boomed over speakers.

  This was definitely planned. They even had speakers set up. The booing grew louder. Naymeer was patient. He raised his hands to try to quiet them. These people weren’t as obedient as the ones inside. They kept screaming and booing him angrily.

  “Stop Naymeer! Stop Naymeer!”

  Naymeer stayed cool. “Please,” Naymeer continued. “I understand your concerns.”

  The people were having none of it. Good for them. The boos got louder. This went on for a solid ten minutes. Naymeer didn’t give up. He kept trying to get them to listen, but that only made them yell louder. Finally, either they got tired of screaming or they actually decided to listen to what he had to say, but the crowd settled down enough so that Naymeer could be heard.

  “Before you judge, I would like to invite some of you to come inside and see for yourselves what Ravinia is truly about.”

  If it was possible for an entire crowd to be confused, they were. It didn’t seem as if they expected that olive branch. Their surprised looks proved that they didn’t know what to think about the surprise offer. Naymeer started pointing to people.

  “You, and you,” he called out. “Bring your daughter. You, young man, join me inside, won’t you?”

  Slowly, each person he pointed to stepped forward and onto the steps of the conclave building. The red-shirt dados parted, allowing them to pass.

  “Yes, come forward,” Naymeer encouraged from his podium. “Don’t be afraid.”

  The people were tentative, but they climbed. A few red shirts met them and escorted them up and into the building. Before the last volunteer went inside, he turned and threw his arms up in a sign of victory and defiance. The little girl who was the guy’s daughter did too. The crowd cheered, then started to chant again. It now felt like a charge to those who were headed inside.

  “Stop Naymeer. Stop Naymeer.”

  I looked to Saint Dane. “Has this ever happened before?”

  “No,” he said coldly. “It is unfortunate that it had to come to this.”

  He left the window, leaving us with that ominous statement. What was going on?

  “I don’t like this,” I whispered to Alder.

  We followed Saint Dane back to the inside viewing window. The Ravinians were as well behaved as the crowd outside was unruly. When Naymeer appeared at the bottom of the stairs, they turned to him and watched politely. There was no cheering. No chanting. No urging him on. Following Naymeer were his red shirts, after which came the group of nervous outsiders. A quick count told me there were ten people, including three kids. They didn’t seem scared, but they were definitely intimidated. All eyes were on them. They huddled closer to one another for support as they made their way toward the flume. One of them caught sight of the tunnel and nudged another. Soon they all saw the tunnel that led to the territories. Their mouths hung open as they drew closer.

  Naymeer was back in his position, next to the opening to the flume. “Come now, right this way,” he urged the people warmly. Invitingly.

  They were brought to the front of the audience and stood in a group near the mouth of the tunnel.

  “There,” Naymeer said cordially. “Thank you for joining us. This is a night you will not soon forget, nor will your friends outside. You are about to experience the true power and majesty of Halla.”

  Alarms were going off in my head. Something was wrong. Why were these people crowded together in front of the flume like this? Like…like sheep. The words that Patrick had written suddenly came back to me.

  N. exiles enemies through flume.

  Was that it? Were these poor people going to be made an example of? Was that going to be his demonstration of the power of Halla? My mind was racing. I had to do something, but what?

  “Ahh,” Saint Dane exclaimed. “A few stragglers have arrived.”

  We looked down to see the red shirts were escorting two more outsiders up the aisle. These two weren’t going as easily as the others. The red shirts held each by the arm and pushed them forward. The two didn’t fight; they knew it was futile. But they didn’t go quietly, either. The people in the seats whispered nervously as they passed. They began to realize something was wrong too.

  Alder stiffened. My knees went weak. I pressed my face against the glass. My heart raced. The two new arrivals were Mark and Courtney.

  Alder gasped out Patrick’s other words: “Begins with Bronx Massacre.”

  “Yes,” Saint Dane confirmed. “This is where it truly begins.”

  JOURNAL #36

  (CONTINUED)

  SECOND EARTH

  I whirled to Saint Dane.

  “What
’s going on?” I demanded.

  Saint Dane was smug. I hated smug. I’ve mentioned that before, right?

  “You predicted that the enemies of Ravinia would try to stop the movement,” he declared. “Once they understand the consequences of their opposition, their will to rebel will disintegrate.”

  Mark and Courtney were gently, yet forcefully, pushed into the group. The twelve stood huddled together directly in front of the flume. What they didn’t realize was that a group of red shirts was moving in behind them. Circling them. Cutting off any chance for escape.

  Naymeer stood in the center of the flume, facing them. “I am sure you’ve heard rumors about the worlds of Halla,” he announced to the newly arrived group. “It’s true. The people in this room have witnessed the wonders. Now, tonight, you will be given the same privilege.” He raised his hand. Light flashed from his ring. The people huddled closer as the flume activated.

  Naymeer continued, but when he spoke, his benign grandfatherly tone took on a firm, dark edge. He stared the group down and declared, “When those who oppose us learn of what transpired this evening, they too will realize that the rise of Ravinia is inevitable. There can be no opposition.”

  With that, Naymeer stepped aside to reveal the light that had appeared deep in the recesses of the tunnel. The group stood together, transfixed, staring into it like deer caught in the headlights. Mark and Courtney tried to move away, but were forced back into the group by red shirts who were ready for them. Mark looked concerned, but Courtney was clearly scared. The people in the audience whispered to one another. They were just as clueless about what was going to happen as I was.

  I take that back. I wasn’t totally clueless. I feared that we were about to witness the Bronx Massacre.

  “Stop it!” I shouted to Saint Dane.

  Saint Dane remained calm, with his arms folded. “Now why would I do that?”

  These people were about to become victims. Whether it was to be exiled somewhere in Halla or to be executed, they would never see this life again. They were to become a warning to the world not to challenge the Ravinians. Naymeer promised his own people Utopia. He was about to promise something much worse to those who opposed him. They were about to be sacrificed in the name of Ravinia. This was the beginning of Ravinia’s reign on Earth….