What happens to us now?
In my head I’m still Bobby Pendragon from Second Earth. I understand about Solara and the spirit of mankind. It’s true. It’s real. I saw it all. The idea that we Travelers are spirits that were taken from Solara and given physical life to battle Saint Dane makes sense to me. More or less. What I can’t conceive of is a future. Our future. Nobody has brought it up. I’m not sure we’re ready to know. At least, I’m not.
Luckily, there has been enough happening to keep our minds off such cosmic concerns.
The heroic gars returned to Eelong. To Black Water. By joining with the exiles, they exemplified the spirit of Solara and helped save Halla. That was a no-brainer. They belonged on Eelong and were sent back to continue their lives and their fight to gain respect from the klees.
Boon went along with them of course. Eelong was his home. He and Kasha said their good-byes privately. Seeing their tearful farewell made me realize I would soon be in the same position with my own friends. I put it out of my mind. I didn’t want to deal with that until I had to.
More difficult was the issue of what to do with the exiles. These were people who originally came from Second Earth. Many of Mark’s rebels were also from Second Earth. Should they go back?
The answer was a harsh one. No. Uncle Press was adamant. There were no territories anymore, only the seven worlds of Halla. To send those people back in time would once again disrupt the way things were meant to be. Or had become. He said that Halla should rebuild based on the events that had occurred. On all the worlds. There would be no more traveling. No more interference from Solara. He said that the natural order had been restored, and sending those people to the past of their own world with the knowledge they had of the future would be wrong.
Many discussions took place with the exiles and the leaders they had chosen. They were divided. Some wanted to return, others understood that it would be disruptive. In the end they agreed to start a new life in the future of the world to which they had been born.
Once that decision was made and accepted by all, the flume was destroyed. Using explosives taken from the Ravinian armory, the final tunnel through time and space was buried. Forever. There would be no others.
I’m happy to say that the Ravinians welcomed the exiles with open arms. They had been living in a gilded cage. Few were allowed to leave the conclave, and when they did, it was usually to travel to another conclave. Now the entire world was open to them. It was a thrilling concept. The exiles would be spread among many conclaves that had been built worldwide. From these centers, a new civilization would grow. Like Halla, Earth had been reborn.
There was no way of knowing what was happening on the other territories. At least, not yet. I assumed that once we returned to Solara and became part of the spirit, we’d be able to witness events all over Halla. Not participate in them, but witness them and offer the kind of gentle guidance that was the essence of Solara. I still didn’t know exactly how that would work, but I believed we would all know soon enough. I also believed that with Saint Dane’s influence gone, the hold that the Ravinians had on all the various societies across Halla would weaken and eventually crumble. The positive spirit of mankind was too strong to allow Ravinia to keep its grip. There was no telling how long it would take on each territory, but after seeing what happened here on Earth, I had no doubt that the days of Ravinia were numbered, and each world would eventually return to its normal path. The way it was meant to be. All these broad-stroke decisions made full sense to me. I accepted them and encouraged them. Where it got difficult was when it became personal.
What was to become of Mark”and Courtney?
If our theory about not sending the exiles back in time was correct, the same would have to apply to Mark and Courtney. As much as it killed me, I agreed with the decision. I was so incredibly proud of these guys. From day one they embraced every challenge that was thrown at them. That I had thrown at them. Now that the battle was won, they didn’t stop. They had both been working very hard to act as ambassadors. Mark knew the rebels. Courtney knew the exiles. Together they worked to bridge the gap between them and help them become one. Their knowledge of these newcomers put them in the perfect position to do the same with the Ravinians. They were the liaisons. They were incredible. I loved these guys, which made it hard to tell them the truth.
It happened one night after dinner. The Ravinians had prepared a great thank-you feast that was attended by Mark, Courtney, Uncle Press, and me. It was in the Taj Mahal, of all places. It was kind of funny, actually. The Ravinian hosts weren’t the greatest cooks. The had always relied on dados to do their grunt work… or non-Ravinian slaves. But they were determined to do the right thing and insisted on cooking. Most of the food tasted like shoes, but it didn’t matter. The thought was there.
Afterward I sat with Mark and Courtney, just the three of us, on the pedestal that held the throne Saint Dane had built for himself. Mark ran his hand over the elaborate gold carvings and said thoughtfully, “In the end he became the kind of person he had such disdain for. Self-centered. Shortsighted. Selfish.”
“He was that way from the start,” Courtney offered. “He just didn’t see it.”
I added, “I really think in the beginning he believed he was doing the right thing. I mean, he was a spirit of Solara. He was created by man.”
“Yeah,” Courtney shot back. “So was Frankenstein’s monster, and we know how that turned out.”
“I guess,” I said. “I just can’t help thinking that something went wrong. He should have been stopped early on. Which makes me think, could it happen again?”
“Who knows?” Mark said.
Courtney added, “You will, Bobby. Once you return to Solara.”
She had raised the topic I had been avoiding. I hated thinking about it and what it meant.
“And while we’re on the issue of what’s to come,” Courtney said, “what’s going to happen to Mark and me?”
Which, of course, was the other topic I hated thinking about. Leave it to Courtney to put it right out there. I didn’t answer right away. I wanted to choose the right words and have it make sense. I wanted to make it easier on them. They were my friends. They helped save Halla. They deserved every ounce of respect and consideration I could give them.
“We’re not going home, are we?” Courtney asked.
Or there was that way.
I still had trouble finding words. How could I possibly-, tell them that after all they had been through, they had to live the rest of their lives in a strange future, away from their families and the life they loved so much? It wasn’t fair.
“No” was the best word I could come up with.
The three of us sat on the top step of the platform.
“It’s okay, Bobby,” he said soothingly. “We already figured it out.”
“Yeah,”. Courtney added, “blowing up that flume was a dead giveaway.”
“The worlds have to remain separate,” I said. “There’s no more traveling. Saint Dane interfered in the natural evolution of Halla and nearly brought it all down. We have to make the choice now that it can’t happen again.”
“There’s going to be a problem,” Courtney said.
“What?”
“I’ve got a library book that’s been overdue for about, oh, three thousand years. Who’s going to pay that fine?”
Courtney always made me laugh. She put her arm around me and said, “It’s all right. To be honest, I’m not sure if we’d even want to go home. We’re different people now, Bobby. What would we do? Go back to Davis Gregory High? Play volleyball? Watch TV? It’s kind of hard to go back to that after you’ve helped alter the course of the universe.”
Mark said, “Though I could sure go for some Garden Poultry fries.”
“You could always start a volleyball team here,” I offered.
“Sure,” Courtney said. “That would be a fun break from reconstructing civilization. Nice.”
We all laughed ag
ain, then fell silent. We were goofing around, but the situation was serious.
“There aren’t any words that can express how great I think you guys are,” I said. “I want to say that I’m sorry for getting you involved in this, but I’m not. If not for you, we wouldn’t be sitting here right now. You guys beat Saint Dane.”
“We all beat Saint Dane,” Mark corrected.
“But we did help a little,” Courtney added.
“All I can say is… thank you and I love you.”
The three of us shared a group hug. It was a sad and beautiful moment.
“There’s another question,” Mark said. “What are you going to do, Bobby?”
“Really,” Courtney said. “Starting a new life here is one thing, but I can’t imagine doing it without you.”
I had the answer. At least, I thought I had the answer. It wasn’t one they wanted to hear.
“Truth is, I don’t know,” I said. “But I can guess, and my guess is that I won’t be here much longer.”
That was it.
The impossible happened. Courtney Chetwynde cried.
JOURNAL #37
(CONTINUED)
THE END
We were gathered together for what we expected to be the last time. The ten Travelers and Uncle Press. Our final meeting took place in the same spot where I had said my good-byes to Mark and Courtney. We were in the center rotunda of the Taj Mahal. Uncle Press had called us together, and we knew why.
It was time to move on.
We stood in a circle, much the same way we had come together after the flumes collapsed. Uncle Press stood in the center, walking over the Ravinian star. The feeling was much different than when we had last gathered. Back then, we feared that all was lost. There was still fear present, but now it was the fear of the unknown. Not one of us knew what the future would hold.
“So many things have happened,” Uncle Press began. “The most important of which is that the positive spirit of mankind has triumphed. We played a role in that. We had to. Saint Dane gave us no choice. But ultimately, the battle was won by the people. And that is the way it was meant to be.”
“What about the other territories?” Gunny asked.
“Not territories, worlds,” Uncle Press corrected. “Have faith in the power of the human spirit. Without Saint Dane’s influence, they will return to the natural path. They are the masters of their own destiny once again. Change won’t happen overnight. Ravinia still exists in many places. But it will happen. I believe that, and once you all return to Solara, you will too.”
There it was. He said it. We were going back to Solara. For good. I felt a nervous ripple move through the group, and through my stomach. It was Aja who dared ask the question that was bothering us all.
“So what happens to us?” she asked. “Do we lose our personalities? Am I no longer Aja Killian? Will we even remember who we were?”
“You will,” Uncle Press answered. “And you will remember all the other lives you’ve lived and things you’ve seen. Please, don’t be afraid. I know that you’re still looking at this through the eyes of the physical beings you’ve become. But that will change. Don’t lament the loss of this life. Rejoice in the many lives you’re going to experience.”
“I kind of like this one,” Spader said, chuckling nervously. “I’m going to miss it.”
“That’s just it, you won’t,” Uncle Press said. “Trust me on this. You’re not losing something, you’re gaining.”
Alder asked, “Will we know one another? Will we be able to communicate?”
“It is a good question,” Loor added. “We have forged many strong bonds. To think that those would dissolve is disrnrhino.”
“Those bonds won’t be broken,” Uncle Press answered. “I promise. You are one. You are part of the spirit of Solara. You will always be with one another.”
I think that made everybody feel better. None of us knew exactly how it was going to work out, but we trusted Uncle Press. If he said we’d still be together, I believed him. The fact that we had all seen our loved ones made it that much more believable. The sense of relief was obvious.
“You have all done well,” Uncle Press said. “But your job isn’t complete, and never will be. As with all the spirits of Solara, you will continue to guide the physical beings of Halla. You won’t walk among them, but you will be with them. It’s a wonderful experience. It is why we exist. Don’t be afraid, be excited.”
I was feeling less apprehensive, but I couldn’t shake the sadness. I liked being Bobby Pendragon. I felt I was going to miss him in spite of Uncle Press’s assurances.
“It’s time,” Uncle Press said.
He looked to Elli. She never looked better, and I knew why. In spite of all that her daughter, Nevva, had done to help Saint Dane, in the end she played a major role in the salvation of Halla. For that reason, Elli was at peace. She looked around to each of us, smiled, and vanished.
Uncle Press turned to Siry.
Siry asked, “Will I ever see the Jakills again?”
“Whenever you like.”
He was satisfied. He gave me a nod, and disappeared. Uncle Press looked to Patrick.
“I won’t lie,” Patrick said. “I’m crushed over what has become of my world. Of all the territories of Halla, it has fallen the farthest. It was so… perfect.”
Uncle Press said, “There is no such thing as perfection. I have faith that it will rise again, and you should too.”
Patrick nodded, and disappeared. I hoped he felt better.
Aja was next. “I’m actually looking forward to this. I like the idea of being all knowing and all seeing.”
“Then you’re going to the right place,” Uncle Press said with a chuckle.
Aja couldn’t vanish fast enough.
Kasha took a step forward and said, “I fear for the gars.”
“Don’t,” Uncle Press said quickly. “They came a long way before Saint Dane interfered. They’ll find their way again.”
I called out, “I’m sorry, Kasha.”
“For what?” she replied.
“I promised I’d return your ashes to Eelong.”
She shrugged. “I understand, Pendragon. Maybe in another life.” With that, she smiled, and was gone.
Next was Spader. “It’s been quite the adventure!” he said with a laugh.
“Hey!” I called to him. “Maybe they have sniggers in Solara!”
Spader’s eyes widened. He hadn’t thought of that. “Last one there buys!” he exclaimed, and was gone. Uncle Press turned to Gunny.
“I’ve lived a long life here,” he said. “Longer than any of my young friends. And you know something? I’m looking forward to seeing what’s next.”
“You won’t be disappointed,” Uncle Press said.
Gunny looked at me with that warm, knowing smile I had grown to love so much. His eyes seemed to twinkle with excitement.
“I love you all,” he said. “Thanks for carrying an old man through.”
And he was gone.
Alder came over to me. The two of us hugged. “I am proud to say that you are my brother,” he said. “There have been so many events. So many battles. So many choices. We all played a role. But if not for you, Halla would be lost. That is a simple fact.”
I didn’t know what to say. I had all I could do to hold back tears. He pulled away from me and said, “I look forward to the next adventure with you, Pendragon.”
With that, Alder vanished.
It was down to Loor. She stood on the far side of the star from where I was. Slowly she walked forward and stopped in front of me.
“I had many doubts,” she said. “When we first met, I thought you were useless and weak.”
“I was,” I pointed out.
“No, you were not,” she corrected. “You were confused, as we all were. I came to the truth quickly. You were the light, Pendragon. You were the soul. You put aside your fears, which is the most difficult thing of all to do. It is easy to be a warri
or. It is far more difficult to inspire. You, Bobby Pendragon, were my inspiration.”
We hugged. My feelings for Loor ran deep.
I said, “You challenged and pushed and helped me become the Traveler I needed to be.”
“I would do it again without hesitation,” she said. “And perhaps if given another chance, I would kiss you that night in the rain.”
“Promise?” I said.
Loor gave me a rare smile. She looked at Uncle Press. He winked at her. She took a step back. The warrior girl from Zadaa was gone.
I was alone with Uncle Press. The two of us stood together on the Ravinian star. No, the star that marked the gates to the flumes.
“So!” he said with a crooked smile, suddenly acting like the Uncle Press I had grown up with and loved so much. “I wasn’t lying. I told you some people needed our help.”
“Yeah, but you didn’t mention it was every last person who ever existed or would ever exist. You left out that little detail.”
He chuckled. “Would you have gone with me if I told you that?”
“Hell, no!” I exclaimed.
The two of us laughed. I was brought back to that night so long ago when Uncle Press came to take me away from home and begin the incredible journey that’s about to come to a close.
“I need more time,” I said.
“For what?” he asked, puzzled.
“I have to finish my journal. It won’t be complete until I write about what happened here, with everyone returning to Solara. Gotta finish the story, right?”
Uncle Press nodded. “Okay. I’ll wait.”
I started to walk back toward my room when Uncle Press called, “Bobby?”
I turned to him.
“I am in absolute awe of what you’ve done,” he said sincerely.
I shrugged. “Yeah, me too.”
We both chuckled at that. I started walking again, but stopped. Something was bugging me. I wasn’t planning on talking about it. but I couldn’t help mvself.
“You know,” I said, “I’m okay with things. Mostly. I don’t regret having gone with you that night and making the sacrifices and fighting a battle I never asked for. I get it. I understand why we were created the way we were, and were given lives, and became part of our own territories. It all makes sense.” “But?”
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