Matt stood up. “We should leave now,” he said.
They all made their goodbyes, keeping them as brief as possible. None of them trusted themselves to speak too much. Matt shook hands with Lohan and hugged Holly. Finally he came face-to-face with Richard one last time. “Goodbye, Richard,” he said. “You may not believe it but I can promise you that we will see each other again one day, not so long from now, and it won’t be quite as you imagine. We’ll all meet again. Nothing is ever completely over.”
“Goodbye, Matt. I’ll miss you.”
The two of them embraced. Then the five Gatekeepers gathered their things and set off. Richard still had no idea where they were going.
They walked in a group, making their way across the ice with the sea behind them, heading towards the mountains. If the fortress had still been standing, it would have been right in front of them. But it wasn’t and although it might have been an illusion, it seemed as if the mountains had opened up, revealing a path that would take them further on.
That was the last Richard saw of them … five small figures in their Antarctic gear, getting smaller and smaller as they moved towards the horizon. But that wasn’t what he would remember most. The weather had changed and unexpectedly Oblivion had become quite extraordinarily beautiful. The ice was sparkling, a pure and brilliant white. There was no sign of the huge crater that had been formed and so little remaining of the fortress that it simply blended into the landscape. The snow looked as if had fallen long ago and had lain there undisturbed ever since. There was a mist hanging in the air, obscuring the mountains that rose up into a sky, which was now the softest grey infused by layers of pink that shimmered through. The first birds had already returned … just a few of them. They were wheeling round and round, their wings outstretched, as if reclaiming the nesting grounds that had once been theirs.
“There’s a ship coming!” Lohan said.
Richard twisted round and sure enough a single frigate was ploughing through the water, heading towards them. He turned and looked back across the ice.
It was empty. The Five had gone.
ENVOI
FIFTY-SEVEN
An envoi is a short chapter which you find at the end of a book. It’s a very literary word, a sort of goodbye. I can’t imagine why I should remember it now. I think Miss Keyland taught me the term a very long time ago. And there’s another funny thing. I started this story with her and I’m finishing it with her too – which is more than she deserves because she was actually a pretty nasty piece of work.
There is so much to tell about what happened after Antarctica. In fact, I could write a whole book about it, and maybe one day I will, although I think I’ve written quite enough already. My job now is just to tie up the loose ends, as it were. And perhaps to add a little more.
After Matt and the others disappeared, we packed a few things and made our way down to the beach, not saying very much and feeling very full and tired after so much food and drink. It was also the middle of the night, not that you would have known it. We arrived at the beach just in time to be met by some French marines from the Duc d’Orléans and they ferried us out in an inflatable boat and that was how we finally left Oblivion behind.
The captain wanted to hear everything that had happened before he would weigh anchor again. He was particularly keen to know why the nuclear missiles hadn’t gone off although it seemed quite an irrelevant detail to me. He was amazed and, I think, a little ashamed when we told him that the Old Ones had been beaten. After all, he had gone off, and left us and, indeed, he wouldn’t have come back at all if his engines and guidance systems hadn’t gone haywire and forced him to turn around. He had been certain he was being drawn to his death, that the Old Ones had taken control of his ship. So he and his men were hugely relieved to find that everyone had gone and only we were left.
And then, before we left, he insisted on climbing back up to the ice shelf and examining everything for himself. Not that there was much left to look at. The fortress had gone, the ice was undisturbed, and apart from the planes and the tents and the two gravestones with their five-pointed stars, there was no evidence that anything had actually taken place. The captain could see quite easily that something had happened. He could tell just from looking at the sky and the sea, at the birds that had returned and the occasional penguins that appeared, jetting across the water. But when he returned to the ship, he was completely mystified and spent much of the journey home trying to make us tell him more.
As for me, I was dead to the world and if any high-level conversations took place, I didn’t hear them. I was given a cabin and a bunk bed and, as far as I remember, I slept flat out for the next twenty-four hours while the Duc d’Orléans headed back to Europe. It must have been difficult for the captain because although he was the most senior officer, in charge of the ship, he had actually deserted the French navy, heading off under his own steam to take on the Old Ones – so he wasn’t sure where to go next. A lot of his men had died and he felt responsible for them. I did talk to him a few times and he seemed a nice enough man. I hope he didn’t get into trouble for what he had done but I doubt that he did. Anyone who had fought against the Old Ones was greeted as a hero … even Commander David Cain of the US Polar Star. He actually became Vice President of the New United States of America. People were willing to forgive the fact that he had been completely useless.
I didn’t want to talk about Oblivion – and certainly not with the captain. My cabin was next door to Matt’s friend, Richard Cole, and we had an adjoining door, so in a way we were thrown together and on the journey home we became friends. He never told me exactly what had happened in the fortress but I often heard him crying out in his sleep and I know it gave him nightmares. To be honest, Lohan made me nervous and I saw much less of him. He struck me in some ways as being quite sinister, and I was glad when we docked at Brest and he announced that he wouldn’t be coming with us to England. He would head east … to find his family and friends back in Hong Kong. I don’t think Richard was too sorry to see him go either, although the two of them parted amicably enough.
Lohan had a long way to go and I can’t tell you if he arrived because I never heard from him again. I bet he did, though. He was a major criminal who would cheerfully kill whoever stood in his way. If anyone was able to look after themselves, it was him.
So many more adventures. Our time in Brest, our journey across northern France, crossing the Channel back to England and then finally the return to London and contact with the Nexus. But that will have to wait for another time.
We managed to find our way back to the underground survival pod but by the time we got there, the medium, Miss Ashwood, was dead. She’d warned us that she was ill and apparently she’d died peacefully in her sleep shortly after we’d left. But everyone else was there and they couldn’t believe we’d made it back. Richard and I were both treated like heroes, although I felt guilty because whatever Matt might have said, I hadn’t actually done very much at all. And there was more good news. I was amazed to discover that Graham Fletcher and his brother, Will, had both survived St Meredith’s. It was interesting that once Jamie and I had gone through the door and the ginger-haired woman had been shot in the head, the other policemen lost interest in it all. I suppose there was nothing left to fight about.
We spent a month at the pod but in the end it was too claustrophobic, hiding out all the time, and anyway, there was less danger now that the Old Ones had gone. Of course, it was going to take the country years and years to recover. Pollution scales in London were off the map and the dogs, the rats and the gangs still hadn’t gone away. Finally, there was a meeting and a whole group of us decided to leave together, following the canal out of London, heading back exactly the way we had come. This time we had to go on foot so it took a lot longer, but fortunately we didn’t run into any marauding cannibals or anything like that along the way.
My own village had been destroyed, but Graham Fletcher had discovered another
when he had been the Traveller, one not so far away. It still had buildings standing and fields ready for planting, and there was nobody living there so that was where we settled. And there you have it. I had been chased the whole length of the country. I had crossed the world through a mysterious door. And now I was back almost exactly where I’d started. Funny how it goes.
It was difficult at first. I know that Richard badly missed Matt. And I was surprised how much I missed Jamie … and George as well. But very quickly things began to get better and this is the important thing.
The world was healing itself.
You could see it every day in the weather, the clear skies, the fact that you could actually see stars at night. I’d had no idea how beautiful they were. The seeds we planted quickly grew instead of withering and dying. Fish began to reappear in the rivers and animals in the woods. We still had no electricity or telephones – in fact we don’t to this day, despite all the work being done on the lines. But people stopped attacking people. If there were any police around, they had decided to hang up their black uniforms and do something useful. There was no need to be afraid any more. More people started arriving, coming out of the fields and woods, looking for somewhere to settle down, and very quickly our community grew.
I am seventy years old now. I’ve had a pretty reasonable life, with a husband, four children and no fewer than eleven grandchildren. I still see the Traveller, who married Sophie (the woman with fair hair from the pod). I’m glad he doesn’t need to travel any more. Everyone in the village asks me about Oblivion and people can’t believe I was actually there. And I shot the Devil. I suppose that is something to be proud about.
Richard lives just a few doors away. He married late and had just one child, a son. I wasn’t at all surprised when he christened him Matt and I sometimes think he even looks a little bit like Matt too – or what Matt would have looked like if he’d grown up – with the same dark hair and blue eyes. Richard is ten years older than me and his hair has gone quite white but he’s still in pretty good shape. He never wrote a single word about his adventures, even though he had always promised to. In the end, he left that to me. I’m not sure what will happen to all these pages, but I expect in the end the Old Ones will be forgotten, just as they were forgotten after they were first defeated, ten thousand years ago. I don’t really mind. Just so long as they don’t come back.
And the Five?
They went back to the dreamworld, as that was what lay on the other side of the mountains of Oblivion. When we were on the Lady Jane together, Jamie told me something of the dreamworld and I know how he saw it, how it was when he and the others visited it before the end: black and white, like a desert, with everything dying or dead. It was a world full of frightening things … giant swans that swooped out of the night sky, poisonous trees that turned out to be volcanic eruptions. There was a huge library in the middle of it all. Matt had visited it – but none of the others.
Jamie had told me all this, but in fact when he and the others returned, it all changed.
As they made their way forward, leaving the ice and the Antarctic night behind them, the colours came back. The sky turned blue. A bright yellow sun rose over the horizon. The hills were covered with grass and of course there were hedges and wild flowers dotted here and there like splodges of paint. The sea which had once seemed so dark and threatening was suddenly crystal clear, reflecting the sun, with waves breaking onto a white sand beach.
In front of their eyes, the dreamworld changed and became something quite different from what they had experienced. There were birds in the trees and animals – cows and sheep – in the fields. Matt saw a grey horse cantering across a field, throwing its head from side to side and kicking out with its hooves, and he had to smile because he recognized it. It was the very horse he had ridden in the first battle at Scathack Hill, all those years ago. Meanwhile, Scarlett found herself in an orchard, and not one with maggoty apples like the ones I’d spent so many years picking. There were peaches and apricots and every kind of fruit right at her fingertips. There was a bonfire burning in the distance and it added its scent to the summer air.
Flint and Jamie were walking together as though they’d never been apart. As far as Jamie was concerned, it was as if Scott had never died because really he and Flint were the same, even if they had lived centuries apart. Pedro simply stood there, wide-eyed, unable to take it all in. And gradually they were no longer alone in the dreamworld. There were other people and somehow they seemed to know them. Houses sprung up in the distance, with smoke curling from chimneys. They heard music.
And finally, right in the middle of it all, they came upon the library. It hadn’t changed – at least, not in size. But the walls and the doorways, the windows and domes were all bright and colourful, and even though Matt had sworn he would never go back in there again, he didn’t feel threatened any more.
The Librarian was waiting for them when they arrived and he wasn’t alone. There was a woman with him. Scar – the first Scar, the one who had lived ten thousand years ago – had once said she had met a strange woman in the dream world, but none of the other Gatekeepers had seen her before. And here’s the strange thing. There was only one woman but she looked different to each and every one of them. To Pedro, she was Peruvian, small and olive-skinned. To Scarlett, she was Indonesian. Flint and Jamie saw her as Native American. And Matt saw her in a pink jacket and a white linen dress, on her way to a wedding – just as she had been long ago. His mother. A mother to all of them. That was what she was and it was as if the Five had become one.
You’re wondering how I know all this.
It’s very simple. I dreamt it.
I have often visited the dreamworld. I have seen Matt, Jamie, Flint, Pedro and Scarlett and spoken to each of them. It’s a little different for me because in the morning, when I wake up, I can’t remember everything they’ve said, but enough of it is there for me to scribble down notes in a book and that is what I’ve written here. Richard has also been there, although less often, but he tells me that one day he will go there and he won’t return. I have a feeling that the same thing will happen to me.
But that’s still a long way away and in the meantime I have plenty of work to do, the garden to see to, the dinner to be made.
Sometimes, in the evening, Richard strolls round to my house or I go to his and we sneak out a bottle of wine, which we make ourselves from the elderberries that just won’t stop growing. We like it when there’s just the two of us and the sun is beginning to set and we can smell fresh hay in the air. I open the bottle and pour two glasses and we sit down opposite each other, by the fire.
“To the Five,” I say.
“To the Five,” he replies.
We clink glasses and we really are as happy as we can be.
GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING, AND DISCOVER WHERE IT ALL STARTED…
Raven’s Gate
He always knew he was different.
First there were the dreams.
Then the deaths began.
Evil Star
It began with Raven’s Gate.
But it’s not over yet.
Once again the enemy is stirring.
Nightrise
Darkness covers the earth.
The Old Ones have returned.
The battle must begin.
Necropolis
An ancient evil is unleashed.
Five have the power to defeat it.
But one of them has been taken.
The first four volumes in the bestselling
supernatural series by Anthony Horowitz
THE POWER OF FIVE
www.powerof5.co.uk
THE ALEX RIDER SERIES
Alex Rider – you’re never too young to die…
High in the Alps, death waits for Alex Rider…
Sharks. Assassins. Nuclear bombs. Alex Rider’s in deep water.
Alex Rider has 90 minutes to save the world.
Once stung, twice as deadly.
Alex Rider wants revenge.
He’s back – and this time there are no limits.
Alex Rider bites back…
Alex Rider – in the jaws of death…
One bullet.
One life.
The end starts here.
Become an Alex Rider Insider…
Watch videos at www.youtube.com/alexriderinsider
Chat with other fans at www.facebook.com/alexrideruk
Visit the website at www.alexrider.com
Titles by Anthony Horowitz
The Power of Five (Book One): Raven’s Gate
The Power of Five (Book Two): Evil Star
The Power of Five (Book Three): Nightrise
The Power of Five (Book Four): Necropolis
The Power of Five (Book Five): Oblivion
The Alex Rider series:
Stormbreaker
Point Blanc
Skeleton Key
Eagle Strike
Scorpia
Ark Angel
Snakehead
Crocodile Tears
Scorpia Rising
The Devil and His Boy
Granny
Groosham Grange
Return to Groosham Grange
The Switch
More Bloody Horowitz
The Diamond Brothers books:
The Falcon’s Malteser
Public Enemy Number Two
South by South East
Four of Diamonds
ANTHONY HOROWITZ is the author of the number one bestselling Alex Rider books and The Power of Five series. He has enjoyed huge success as a writer for both children and adults, most recently with his highly acclaimed Sherlock Holmes novel, The House of Silk.