The Rivers of Zadaa

by D. J. MacHale

  Bokka and Teek would have been proud. When I heard this story, I thought of Saint Dane’s condemnation of all the people of the territories. He said they were selfish and weak. I wished he could have heard about the heroism of the Tiggen guards. Maybe he had.

  I learned all of this during the trials. Alder and I stayed with Loor and attended as observers. We needed to know the final outcome of the conflict. After all, this wasn’t just about a war between tribes, this was about our struggle with Saint Dane. Our part in the destruction didn’t get much play, I’m happy to say. Some of the engineers testified that a few renegades had made it to the master control station, but since we didn’t step forward to take credit, the story was discounted.

  It was still semi-risky to look like a Rokador and walk around the city. We got a few odd looks, but there was no trouble. The Batu had had their fill of trouble. It helped that Loor was always by our side. It also didn’t hurt that water was flowing freely. That diffused a lot of tension. At worst we were looked on as a beaten enemy. At best we were potentially new friends. Either way, we didn’t have any problems.

  It was amazing to see how quickly Xhaxhu healed from the drought. The rows of dead palm trees that lined the streets like dry matchsticks began to sprout new green growth. The giant stone buildings and statues that had been encrusted with desert sand were washed down. The same with the streets. The sand that was slowly encroaching on the city was turned back and cleaned away.

  Xhaxhu was alive once again.

  The massive farms outside the city walls were cleared of sand and replanted. Water flowed freely, irrigating the many rows that would soon sprout an abundance of food to feed the two tribes. We strolled along the bank of the new river, where small green plants were already starting to grow. We even took a trip out to the Mooraj training camp. I was expecting to have all sorts of bad memories, but it wasn’t like that at all. The camp had been cleaned up and it was full of children, both Batu and Rokador, who played together happily.

  I truly felt as if we were witnessing the birth of a new civilization that had every chance of becoming greater than the last.

  It also meant that we had beaten Saint Dane. We had done that before, but this felt different. He made some pretty bold statements. He had nothing but contempt for the people of the territories. For him, Zadaa was meant to be a demonstration of how weak we all were and how we were so easily controlled by fear, greed, and envy. He was so confident in his victory that he didn’t even resort to trickery with the Rokador. Of course, he didn’t tell them the whole truth. He didn’t admit to being a demon Traveler bent on destroying their world. The more I thought about what he had done and said, the more I realized that for him, winning Zadaa meant more than winning another territory. He wanted to prove a point. To the Travelers. To me. He wanted to demoralize us and show us that we were fighting a losing battle to save people who didn’t deserve saving.

  He was wrong. To understand that, you didn’t have to look farther than Bokka and Teek and their Tiggen friends. They knew what was happening was wrong. Bokka and Teek sacrificed their lives for the greater good. Many other Tiggen guards risked theirs as well. In my mind, their actions were proof that Saint Dane was wrong. Instead of proving his invincibility, the events on Zadaa gave me hope, for the first time, that we could beat this guy. No, that we would beat this guy. I hoped he knew, wherever he was, that he was wrong about the people of the territories. They would triumph over his evil, and we would be there to help them.

  I was left with only one troubling thought. Saint Dane said he had made a promise that he would destroy the territories and make the people of Halla suffer.

  Who did he make that promise to?

  As much as I wanted to think of Zadaa as the battle that turned the war against Saint Dane in our favor, his words bothered me. There was much more to learn about this war. We still had a long way to go.

  Once we were confident that the trouble on Zadaa was over, it was time to think about moving on. Alder was the first to leave. We were all totally relieved to discover that the tunnels directly beneath Xhaxhu remained intact. Water once again flowed over the waterfall and through the underground river. That was important because it meant the waterways to and through Xhaxhu did not have to be rebuilt. For us it meant we could still get to the flume. If these tunnels had been flooded, we would have been stuck on Zadaa. Finding the flume clear was our final victory.

  “Thank you,” I said to Alder.

  We stood in front of the mouth of the flume along with Loor and Saangi.

  “There is no need to thank me, Pendragon,” Alder said. “I am a Traveler.” He put his big arm around me and added, “And if I weren’t, I would still be there for you.”

  I hugged the big guy. I was going to miss him.

  “Perhaps I should stay with you,” Alder said. “This is not over.”

  “Thanks,” I said. “But I don’t know what I’m going to find next. Believe me, if I need you—”

  “You know where I am,” he said. “When this is all over, I want you to return to Denduron. You will be amazed by how the Milago and the Bedoowan have grown together. I can only hope that the Batu and Rokador will do the same.”

  Loor stepped up to him and gave him a hug. “They will,” she said. “With thanks to you.”

  Wow. That was a surprise. Maybe Loor was getting to be a huggy-type after all. I guess total victory will do that.

  Even Saangi got a hug from Alder. “Take care of her,” Alder said, referring to Loor.

  Saangi said, “I always do.”

  Alder stepped into the tunnel. He took a breath and bellowed, “Denduron!”

  The tunnel came to life. Alder turned back to us and raised his hand to wave. “Until next time, my friends. I will be waiting.”

  A moment later he was gone.

  I didn’t follow. I had made a decision. I wasn’t going to leave Zadaa before talking with Loor. There was a lot on my mind that I had been holding back because the time wasn’t right. I didn’t have that excuse anymore. As terrifying as it may have been, I wanted to tell Loor how I felt about her. There was never going to be a better time. The three of us left the flume, headed for Loor’s home. When we arrived, I asked Saangi if I could have a little time alone with Loor. She didn’t seem too happy about it, but she agreed.

  “Then we must now say good-bye,” Saangi said.

  I held out my hand to shake hers and said, “You know, you’re my hero.”

  Saangi grabbed me in a big hug. “Loor told me to put my faith in you,” she said. “At first I did not understand why, but I do now. You will defeat Saint Dane. I have no doubt.”

  I pulled away from her and said, “Are you serious? You didn’t have faith in me at first?” I tried to sound all insulted.

  Saangi frowned nervously. I smiled. She looked down, embarrassed. “Will I see you again?” she asked.

  “I hope,” I said.

  Saangi jumped back at me, gave me a quick kiss on the cheek, then turned and ran away. I don’t think she wanted me to see that she was crying. Loor and I watched her run off.

  “You said she is your sister?” I asked.

  “Not by blood,” Loor answered. “She was orphaned, like me. Osa took her in when I was young. She has always been my conscience, and my angel.”

  Funny, that’s the way I thought of Loor.

  The two of us stepped inside Loor’s home. My heart was racing. I was about to put myself out there in a way that I hadn’t ever done before. I was terrified. With all that I had been through, with all that I had learned, nothing had prepared me for the most terrifying challenge of all—opening up my heart.

  JOURNAL #23

  (CONTINUED)

  ZADAA

  Loor fixed us a delicious dinner of bread, fruit, and some tasty potatolike vegetable. Even though the farms hadn’t started to produce, the strict control on food had been lifted. The Batu no longer feared starvation. While we ate we talked about the future of Zadaa, about h
ow the Rokador would rebuild and be governed, and about how the Ghee warriors would protect them from marauding tribes. We talked about everything but what I wanted to talk about. Finally, when the meal was finished, I had to step up to the plate.

  “I’m going to leave tomorrow,” I said.

  “Do you want me to go with you?” she asked.

  Oh man, did I? Of course I did. But the truth was, it was better that I learned about our next challenge before deciding which Traveler would be the best to help me.

  “Of course I do,” I said. “But not right away. I think it’s best if you stay here to see how things progress.”

  Loor nodded. She knew I would send for her if I needed her. I had done it in the past; I wouldn’t be shy about doing it again.

  “Where will you go?” she asked.

  “Home,” I said. “Saint Dane’s comment about Courtney has me a little spooked.”

  “Do you think his next target will be Second Earth?” she asked.

  “I don’t know,” I said. “That’s what I want to find out…and to make sure Courtney’s okay.”

  “Ah yes, Courtney,” Loor said. “Do you love her?”

  Whoa! That was direct. I no longer had to stress about finding a way to slide into the topic. Loor had taken the lead. I shouldn’t have been surprised.

  “Yes, I do,” I said. “Courtney is the best. I trust her the way you trust Saangi.”

  “Saangi is my sister,” Loor said. “Is that the way you feel about Courtney?”

  Oh man, she was really putting me on the spot—not only about revealing my feelings for her, but confronting my feelings about you, Courtney. Forgive me for writing about it here. This is the kind of thing that should be discussed in person. But as always, my goal is to document all that was happening with me. And something was definitely happening here.

  “That’s hard to answer,” I said. “I don’t think of Courtney as my sister. But since we’re so far apart, it’s hard to see where a real relationship might go. I think that if I never had to leave home, Courtney and I would be together. But with all that’s happened, I’ve changed in ways that never would have happened at home. I’m a different person than the Bobby Pendragon who would have spent the last two years on Second Earth. And I have no idea what’s going to happen from here. With all that, I don’t see how Courtney and I can be together, and that makes me sad.”

  “It is sad,” Loor agreed. “But you speak the truth.”

  “There’s more,” I said. This was it. Time to step off the cliff. I had practiced a dozen different ways of saying it. I rehearsed in my head for every possibility. I needed to tell Loor exactly how I felt. But as I sat there on the floor with her, the words didn’t come. She looked beautiful, like the night we had gone to the festival. There were candles burning on the table, which made her look spectacular. I loved her. I loved her strength and her compassion. I loved the way she was fiercely loyal and honest. I loved the way she looked. She was beautiful in every possible way. How could I say all that without sounding like a geek? As we sat there on the floor, in the candlelight, the answer came to me. I could say all that I wanted to say with one small gesture.

  I leaned over to kiss her. It was the kiss that we almost had that night at the festival. That night wasn’t the right time. Sitting there, in her home, the time felt about as right as possible. I leaned forward…

  And Loor turned away. It wasn’t a dramatic move, but it spoke volumes. I knew instantly. Loor didn’t have the same feelings for me. It took only a few seconds for everything to change. I was crushed. I had gone from thinking I would profess my love for her and we would be together, to feeling totally rejected. We sat there quietly for a few seconds. Then I said, “Wow, this is uncomfortable.”

  Loor looked about as awkward as I felt. She stared at the candle flames. I wanted to jump up and say, “Oh well, see ya!” but that wouldn’t have been fair. To either of us. As badly as this was going, it had to play out. Now the ball was in her court.

  “Forgive me, Pendragon,” she finally said. “My feelings for you run very deep.”

  “Not deep enough, I guess.”

  “That is not true,” she said. “You told me that you could not be with Courtney because you had become two different people. I am saying that we cannot be together because we are too much alike.”

  “Uhh…huh?” I muttered.

  “I love you, Pendragon,” she said. “I love all that you are. But love is a powerful emotion. It can cloud thinking. I know you have been wondering if I loved Bokka. I did. I do. But we were never together because of who we were. I always knew that one day, either one of us might be killed.”

  I saw a tear grow in her eye. Her fear had come true.

  “But it was his love for you that helped us save Zadaa,” I said. “He helped us. He helped you. If not for him, Saint Dane might have won.”

  “And now he is dead!” she said, letting her emotions slip. She took a second, got her act back together, and looked me square in the eye. “We are on a mission, Pendragon. No group of people have ever been given such a monumental responsibility. We must prevail. We must stop Saint Dane. That is our quest. We are warriors. We will fight together again. We cannot allow emotions to cloud our judgment in any way. That is why I cannot be with you.”

  We let that thought hang there for a good long time. It felt so…final.

  Loor added, “I know that when you think about what I have said, you will agree.”

  “Maybe,” I said, and gave her a small smile. “But I won’t necessarily like it.”

  Loor leaned over and hugged me. It was a bittersweet feeling. At least the tension was broken.

  “We must enjoy our victory,” she said. “We have earned it. Tomorrow you will leave, and we will take the next path on our journey. That is the way it was meant to be.”

  I wanted to ask her if things would be different once the war with Saint Dane was over, but I realized how pathetic that would sound. For one, it would make me sound needy. It would also put her on the spot, and that wouldn’t be fair. But most of all, I couldn’t think ahead to what life was going to be like when our mission was completed. I had no idea about how things might change.

  As crushing as the whole experience was, I don’t regret that it happened. I was honest with Loor, and that was good. Instead of blowing me off, she gave me a small peek into her own feelings. She wasn’t the totally cold warrior she pretended to be. She cared. She cared about me. She was just better at suppressing her feelings than I was. In some odd way, I felt closer to her than before. I went to sleep that night knowing that we would be bound together forever. What that meant would be revealed in time. I closed my eyes feeling sad, yet somehow more complete.

  I also had the satisfaction of knowing that our adventure on Zadaa was finished.

  I was totally, absolutely wrong.

  JOURNAL #23

  (CONTINUED)

  ZADAA

  Loor brought me to the flume by herself. That was cool. I wanted the chance to say good-bye without Saangi there. I chose to wear the white tunic of the Rokador, rather than my Ghee armor. It was a heck of a lot more comfortable. Besides, once I got to Second Earth, I’d be changing into local clothes anyway. Loor and I made our way past the raging water at the bottom of the restored waterfall, through the abandoned Rokador tunnels, down into the trapdoor that was marked with a star, and finally down through the cleft in the rock that led to the large cavern, and the flume.

  The two of us stood near the mouth of the tunnel, not sure what to say. We had triumphed. Again. In a big way. In spite of the awkward conversation the night before, we had grown even closer. Or maybe it was because of the conversation. Zadaa was safe, and I felt as if we had tipped the balance in the battle with Saint Dane. Still, there was more to come. We knew Saint Dane wouldn’t crawl into a ball and give up. There were battles ahead, but our confidence was pretty high.

  “I want to see Second Earth again,” Loor said.

 
“You will,” I assured her. “Let’s hope it’ll be to sightsee.”

  “Give my regards to Mark and Courtney,” she said. “And rest, if you can.”

  “Yeah, like that’ll happen,” I said, chuckling.

  I knew we would see each other again, so this wasn’t a tearful good-bye or anything. I gave her a quick hug, and was about to step into the flume when the tunnel came to life on its own. I stood next to Loor, watching curiously as the light appeared in the distance, along with the musical notes.

  “That’s weird,” I said.

  “Could Alder be returning?” Loor asked.

  I didn’t know. Besides you two guys, Alder was the only Traveler who knew I was on Zadaa. Another Traveler might have decided to pay a visit, but I couldn’t guess which one. The rock walls began their transformation into crystal as the light grew brighter. Loor and I took a step back from the tunnel to give the arriving Traveler some room. The sound of the musical notes filled the cavern. We shielded our eyes. A shadow appeared out of the light. The Traveler had arrived. Before the light had the chance to shrink back into the tunnel, the shadow leaped out at us. It happened so fast, there wasn’t time to react. A moment later the light disappeared, and I saw who it was.

  Saint Dane.

  He jumped from the tunnel, directly at us, letting out a hideous, guttural scream. He had a sword. A very big sword. He held it high over his head, ready to strike. Loor pushed me out of the way. I stumbled and fell to the cavern floor. As usual Loor’s first thought was to protect me. Like her mother before her, the price for saving my life…