by Anderson Atlas
Copyright 2016 Anderson Atlas
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Thank you to all that supported me through this novel including my family for putting up with my writing and drawing zeal. Thank you to my critique group members: Pam, Elaine, Kate, Marilyn, and Elise.
I also need to thank my editor whose expertise helped me conquer my blind spots. Thank you Brandi Wigginds for your hard work. I recommend her editing services any day of the week. Contact her at [email protected]
Contents:
Chapter 1 The Inevitable Storm
Chapter 2 The Best Gift Ever
Chapter 3 Pointing, Snickering, Betrayal
Chapter 4 You’re Just Bat Crazy, Boy
Chapter 5 The Big ‘Duh’
Chapter 6 Let the Chase Begin
Chapter 7 Mysterious Coffee Cups
Chapter 8 Steely Eyed Cop
Chapter 9 Confessions at the End of a Gun
Chapter 10 The Really Creepy Tunnel
Chapter 11 A Good Friend of Allan’s
Chapter 12 No Way Home
Chapter 13 The Ladies Big Fight
Chapter 14 The Sleeping Song
Chapter 15 Welcome Party
Chapter 16 The Trap Closes Softly
Chapter 17 Running Again!
Chapter 18 Return to Lan Darr
Chapter 19 Reasonable Ruse
Chapter 20 Deadly Reunion
Chapter 21 Awaken the Volcano
Chapter 22 True Speed of Shadics
Chapter 23 The Heart and the Molten Rock
Chapter 24 The Great Vanishing Act
Chapter 25 A Hundred Flapping Wings
Chapter 26 Back to Katonaay? :(
Chapter 27 Descend into a Crowd
Author Biography
RETURN TO LAN DARR
by Anderson Atlas
Chapter 1
The Inevitable Storm
The rain poured from the clouds like a punishment, and the lightning had never been so loud. A deep crash shook the home, seemingly tearing through the bricks and ripping Allan out of a cozy dream. Startled, Allan pulled the covers to his nose as his eyes darted to the window. Heavy raindrops nicked the windowpanes like tiny knives, as if something wanted in his home, something bad.
Right outside the window, a bolt of lightning nailed the old oak tree that crowded the front yard and blew apart the thick trunk in a brilliant display of sparks. The slightly parted blinds remained still, but beyond the glass there was an energy, an energy so violent it threatened to tear the house apart, brick by brick. Orange flickers of light danced in between the slats; the tree outside the window must be on fire. He was too old to be so afraid of lightning, but never before had he seen its awesome power so close.
The trunk of the tree shattered under its weight, sounding like the crack of a hundred whips, and toppled onto the house. One of its branches smashed through the window unleashing the roar of the storm into the bedroom. The branch ripped off the blinds, and rain and wind gushed inside, frightening away any lingering warmth or security.
Something else was out in the storm, coming for Allan, like beasts at the door. The air seemed electric as it clawed its way over his body, icy like dead fingers. In between the rumbling of the giants in the clouds, Allan heard a whirr. It was eerily familiar, and it frightened him. But he couldn’t tear his eyes from the gaping hole where the window once was. The whirr was something tearing its way through the storm, heading right for him.
A metal arrow shot through the window, slammed into the carpet with a force that would kill an elephant, and buried itself in the carpeted floor. A thick, black cable was attached to the arrow, and it led out the window and up into the dark, stormy night.
Allan leapt to his feet and flew backward in a leap, smashing against the door. A scream poised at the back of his throat remained pent-up, caged like a frightened animal. His hand reached behind and seized the door handle, and it wouldn’t turn. He wrenched, but it was no good.
Shadows moved all around, like angry bats, and the rain continued to flood the carpet of his room. Allan froze, pressed hard against the door, his breath trapped deep in his lungs.
The whirring sound grew louder, like the engine of a helicopter. A figure gracefully slid down the cable, holding onto a pair of handles. The figure, backlit by the burning tree, jumped like a gymnast but landed on Allan’s math textbook and stumbled.
“Jesus, Allan. Your room is a disaster. I almost broke my ankle!”
Allan recognized the voice immediately, but it couldn’t be her, it just couldn’t. He released the door handle and hesitated for a split second. Could it be? He flipped the light on. Asantia stood in the middle of his wreaked and flooded room, balancing on one leg while massaging her ankle. It is her! Allan gasped and felt goose bumps rise on his skin. Dizziness replaced the terror he’d felt a moment before, but it was fleeting. The light illuminated the flying things, which were simply leaves blown around by tornado-speed winds. Outside, the intense rain put out the last of the fire that had scorched the old oak tree.
Asantia grinned and held out her hands, palms up. “What,no hug?”She wore gray leather boots and tight black pants with throwing knives strapped to her thigh. Her long-sleeved orange shirt had ruffles on the cuffs and around the low-cut neckline, and a thick leather belt sat high on her hips. A strap crossed her chest holding a large sword to her back. Allan knew the sword and how sharp the blade was because she’d held it on him when he first met her. Asantia was tan and had little scars on her neck and cheek and one across her hand. All in all, she looked the same as when Allan left her on Lan Darr at the travel gates guarded by Lyllia of Meduna only four months ago.
Allan rushed into her arms and hugged her tight. It had been four long months since the flash flood that almost killed Rubic, Allan’s uncle. Four months since Allan had to crawl through the forest to get help and ended up on another planet, the planet of Lan Darr. Asantia had threatened to sell Allan into slavery but had later saved his life and become his friend. He’d learned that her edgy persona was just a front, a mask that kept her safe in a tough world. She was really very smart and compassionate. Oh, and beautiful too. She couldn’t have been more than a couple of years older than Allan, but even she didn’t know her exact age. She’d appeared on Lan Darr as a baby, her mother and father nowhere to be found.
Asantia pulled from Allan’s hug.“Miss me much?”
Allan nodded. “You told me when I was eighteen you’d come get me and we’d go on an adventure together. I’m only fourteen.”
Asantia smiled. “Well, I’m sosorry to come early. Maybe I should go.” She turned to the shattered window and the heavy, splattering rain.
“No! Not a day goes by that I don’t think about you, and Lan Darr, and Mizzi.”
Asantiamoved to Allan’s nightstand, lifted his cup of water, and gulped the contents. She looked around
and shook her head. “How do you move around in this mess?” she said, kicking a crumpled pair of pants toward the closet door. “Do Earth houses not have drawers or closets?”
The thunder was farther away now, the rain less intense, and the wind died down, letting the leaves settle. Allan surveyed the sopping wet carpet, the broken glass, the tree branches, and the broken blinds. It was serious damage. Uncle Rubic would not be happy.
Asantia sat on the edge of Allan’s bed and clasped her hands together.“This isn’t a social call.” Water soaked Allan’s blanket.
Allan stiffened. “No? So you’re not going to take me somewhere amazing?”
She shook her head. “Jibbawk survived exile on Plethiomia. When we banished that killer psycho there, we thought the beasts would tear it to bits like itdeserved. That didn’t happen. Itsurvived. Even then I wasn’t worried because Plethiomia was ten thousand light years away. Mizzi said there was no way for Jibbawk to get off that planet because there were no Hubbu flowers growing there any longer.”Her radiant, exotic, golden eyes locked with Allan’s.“Mizzi was right, but Jibbawk did escape, and itwants revenge.”
“Revenge on Mizzi?”Allan asked.
“On you.”
Allan’s forehead furrowed. This was definitely not a social visit. He looked away from her, his jaw tightening. Allan glanced at his legs. They were working, healthy and strong. “Awe man, this is a dream.” It was the first dream of Lan Darr since returning to Earth, and it sent anxiety through Allan. The memory of Jibbawk and the evil Killian Crow made him shake and sweat, but still, he didn’t want to wake up. He wanted to see Asantia again, to explore distant planets with her.
Asantia continued, unaware she was a figment of Allan’s imagination. “I can see you’re having trouble with this. So, I’m going to have to show you.” She slipped her sword off her back. The sheath of the sword was sewn onto a small, stuffed backpack. She unclasped a bronze fastener, opened the top flap, and took out a smooth, dark-brown, wooden box. The only opening seemed to be a four-inch slit on the side. “Four moons ago, Mizzi sent a total of six image capturers, I think you call them video recorders, to Plethiomia. He wanted to check up on Jibbawk. Mizzi did not like what the last one showed him.”
“What did he see?”
Asantia handed the smooth box to Allan. Allan turned it over and over. He didn’t know what to do with it.
“Jeez, I thought you weren’t helpless,” she mumbled, snatching the box and showing Allan how to look through the slit in the side. “See for yourself. It’s bad.”
Allan rolled his eyes. “Like I know what this thing is.”
“I forget you’re from Earth.” Asantia emphasized ‘Earth’ like it was an insult, but she smiled.
Allan peered through the slit. At first it was only darkness. Asantia took the box and shook it lightly. The next time Allan looked inside he saw a light spark. The spark caused two sparks which led to four, which led to eight. The chain reaction continued exponentially until the box was filled with light. In that light, a picture formed.
He could see huge rocks and outcroppings. Some of the stones resembled honeycomb structures. All the rocks were covered in thick black moss or algae. The sky was light blue like Earth’s, but there were no plants on the surface, only acres and acres of moss. The camera moved over a large stone.
“Who’s holding the camera?” Allan asked.
“A calibrut. They’re real smart. You can compare them to crabs, as big as Earth’s king crabs. It’s looking for Jibbawk.”
Allan watched the recording. The calibrut scuttled around as quickly as a cockroach. It approached a vast shoreline where large waves crashed into the rocky beach. Plethiomia seemed like a desolate place.
The calibrut paused next to a large boulder, then moved over the rock slowly. There was Jibbawk. It was on its back with its arms splayed out, looking dead.
Jibbawk, when Allan had run across it in Lan Darr, was a ghost who was made up of thousands of black beetles. In an effort to capture Jibbawk, Mizzi delivered Jibbawk’s preserved body to the ghost. The beetles vanished, and Jibbawk’s flesh and bones awoke. Jibbawk looked like it did now: dark, thin, bird-shaped, long sharp beak, eyes with vertically slit irises, spines like porcupine quills, and thin, strong legs like an ostrich. Allan didn’t think anything could look more frightening than the beetles, but he was wrong. Jibbawk’s real body had an edge to it, a hardness that made it look tough. Its eyes radiated ruthlessness. It was a killer, through and through, and now it seemed unstoppable. Banishing it to Plethiomia was only a minor inconvenience, not a death sentence.
A dark, round object peeked out of the waves. So it wasn’t desolate after all. The object had no eyes and no visible mouth or nose. It watched Jibbawk closely. Then, it hurled out of the water, a serpent body trailing behind it. Its round head opened up, exposing not teeth, but sinewy, stringy filaments like the inside of a pumpkin but without the seeds. Moments before it came down on Jibbawk, Jibbawk’s quill-covered arms sprang up and impaled the serpent’s mouth. Jibbawk leapt to its ostrich-like feet and grabbed the serpent by the neck. It dragged the serpent off the beach; all the while the serpent squirmed and flailed around like a fish out of water.
Jibbawk stabbed another one of its quills into the serpent’s head and waited for the creature to die. Jibbawk then tore a chunk of flesh off the serpent’s back and another chunk off its side like a giant piece of string cheese. The serpent’s blood was as black as ink, and it splattered everywhere.
Allan gagged for a moment, but continued to watch.
Jibbawk strung the chunks of flesh on a thin, flexible root it pulled from the ground. It walked over to a pile of roots it had collected earlier and set them up in a fire pit. With two rocks, it sparked a fire and began to cook the meat.
The offshore wind picked up and blew snow flurries onto the moss-covered land. Jibbawk held its hands near the flames to protect it from going out. The spikes on its arms fluffed up and attempted to block the wind.
After Jibbawk devoured the serpent meat, it curled up next to the embers of its fire and slept. Snow built up on the beach and on Jibbawk’s shoulders and back. It didn’t seem to care.
Allan looked away from the box to Asantia who was trimming her nails with her sword. “It’s nighttime,” Allan said.
“Oh.” She slipped her blade-of-doom in its sheath and took the box. She shook it once and peeked into the slit, and then shook it once more. “Come on, hurry up,” she mumbled to the box. “The nights on Plethiomia don’t last long.” She shook the box two more times then handed it back to Allan.
Allan watched the sunrise on Plethiomia. A glowing ball, about half the size of Earth’s sun, rose from the ocean-side horizon and melted the snow, exposing the algae. He watched Jibbawk wake, kick the fire pit apart, then follow the shoreline. He was about to shake the box to speed up the recording when a light in the sky caught his eye.
The light resembled a meteorite as it burned through the atmosphere. Instead of extinguishing or slamming into the surface, it stopped. It was a huge spaceship. Jibbawk saw the ship and waved its spike-covered arms over its head.
The ship floated to the shore. It resembled an egg and was as tall as a skyscraper, though much wider. There were no windows or doors or flaws in the polished surface. When it approached the beach, it separated in the middle. The gap widened and was dark inside. Daylight spilled into the interior, illuminating antennas and a tangled mess of pipes and superstructures as dense as a city.
A smaller landing ship shot out from a dark space. It, too, was white, but it looked like a boomerang. It swooped in a wide arc, unfolded four, thin landing legs, and then set down on the beach. The bottom of the ship separated and lowered to the moss covered rocks. A thin creature stood on the platform. It had long spindly fingers, large eyes, and a bulbous head. Its nose and mouth were small, and it wore a white robe with a stiff collar that stood up and concealed its neck.
Jibbawk rushed to the creature and fell
to its knees. It held out its hands. The creature took Jibbawk’s hand and guided it into the ship. The wing-ship rose off the beach and headed back to the mother ship.
Allan looked up from the box, his face pale and stricken with worry. “Who would rescue such an evil creature?”
Asantia pointed to the box. “You have to finish watching.”
The video box showed the smaller aircraft approach the large gap in the mother ship. The image zoomed in.
The bottom platform of the wing-ship lowered then was ripped away by the wind. The thin creature in the white robe fell from the hole, along with two others in similar robes. They flailed all the way to the ocean where they hit with a powerful splash. The wing-ship turned from the mother ship and flew in the opposite direction.
Allan quivered, feeling sorry for the creatures that tried to help Jibbawk. “So we’re assuming Jibbawk has used the ship to escape Plethiomia?”
Asantia nodded.
“I kind of saw that one coming. Jibbawk’s not the type to take prisoners.”
“The video isn’t done yet.”
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