“Veelox?” I managed to say in a small, pathetic voice. “Siry, the name of this territory is Veelox?”
Twig and Loque looked to each other, holding back nervous, confused giggles. As far as they were concerned, I was insane. At that moment I agreed with them. I felt insane. Siry frowned. I guess he didn’t like my reaction.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
I couldn’t answer one way or the other. I guess that meant no.
“Rubity,” I stammered, thinking out loud. “It’s not Rubity. It’s Rubic City. This is Rubic City.”
“Uh-oh,” Loque said.
Yeah. Uh-oh. That’s one way of putting it.
“What now?” Siry asked.
I lifted my eyes to Loque. He wasn’t giggling anymore. He looked dead serious. Any thought about crazy old Bobby Pendragon spinning out of control and ranting about the name of the planet was gone. He wasn’t even looking at me. He was looking past me to something that made him get real serious, real fast.
Holding back his emotion, he said, “We’re not alone.”
JOURNAL #30
IBARA
It was the first unique sound I’d heard since we’d landed at Rubity. Strike that. Rubic City. We were on Veelox. It was impossible. It was the truth. It made no sense. It didn’t matter. At least not just then. We weren’t alone. That mattered. The sound was a sharp swish, followed by another and another. I was still too far out of my mind to register what was happening. Reality charged back quickly.
“Ahhhh!” screamed Twig.
The small girl was pulled to the ground and dragged across the debris-strewn street by a group of Flighters. We finally found them. Or maybe I should say they found us. They were on the attack. There were lots of them too. Way too many for us to battle.
“Help!” she screamed in terror.
The swish sounds were made by ropes. Lassos. The Flighters were throwing ropes to snare us. They reeled Twig in like a helpless fish. Loque dove for her, sprawling across her body and preventing her from being pulled any farther. I jumped to yank off the rope, but felt the quick tightening of a lasso that snapped around my neck so fast I didn’t have time to react. I was jerked forward and pulled to the ground. The rope tightened, choking me. All I could do was grab it and pull back. Hard. The Flighter attached to the other end must not have expected that, because I pulled him off his feet. Idiot. He should have let go. It gave me time to loosen the rope and slip it off.
The Flighters were grouped together, looking like a bunch of zombies, fresh from the grave, complete with rotted clothing. They had the same vacant, emotionless looks as the Flighters I had seen on Rayne. On Ibara. The island. Not the territory. I was on Veelox! They wound up their ropes, ready to try and snare us again. I was ready to charge them, but more kept showing up. They flooded from a building like rampaging rats after ripe garbage. We wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight.
Loque freed Twig. Siry knelt by me, bringing his blowgun up to his lips.
“Don’t bother,” I shouted. “Run.”
I didn’t have to tell him twice. He helped me to my feet and the four of us took off, back the way we had come. It was a mad sprint to get away from our attackers and back to the ship.
We didn’t get far. A handful of Flighters appeared ahead of us, climbing up and over a pile of rubble. We ran right into them. I pulled out the wooden blowgun and held it low, ready to whack the first Flighter who got within whacking range. I expected to get pounced on by a gang, but only one of them came at me. The guy wasn’t a fighter, but he was fearless. He charged with no regard for his own safety, swinging his arms wildly, hoping to land a lucky punch. I backed off, easily blocking everything he threw. He drove his head into my chest and pumped his legs, driving me backward like a tackling dummy. I had no trouble pivoting and using his own energy to throw him over my hip. The Flighters were relentless, but they didn’t know how to fight. I looked quickly toward the others and saw both Siry and Loque fighting one Flighter each. That didn’t make sense. I saw at least ten of them jump off the pile of rubble. Why were they coming at us one at a time? I sprinted toward Siry and launched myself at his attacker, driving both my feet into his rib age. The Flighter grunted and dropped away.
“Twig!” Siry shouted with such fear it made my heart clutch.
The next few seconds were painful. The Flighters’ plan came clear. They weren’t as clueless as I’d thought. Siry and Loque and I were attacked by one each because the rest had jumped Twig. They were going to take us out one at a time. Poor Twig was the first target.
“Siry!” she shouted desperately. “Help!”
She was swarmed by several Flighters who dragged her back toward…somewhere. I had to make a snap decision. It was one of the toughest things I’d ever done. Siry made a move to help her…and I stopped him.
“No!” I shouted. “You can’t help her.”
“Pendragon!” he protested desperately.
“Look!” I said, pointing beyond the group that was dragging poor Twig away. The mass of Flighters that had first attacked us was growing. There must have been fifty of them headed our way. If we went after Twig, it would be over. For all of us. Siry understood. It didn’t make it any less painful, but he understood. I don’t think I’ll ever forget the look of horror on Twig’s face as she was dragged away from us. I could only hope she’d survive the ordeal and we’d get another chance to save her.
“We’ll help her, but not now,” I said to Siry.
The look on his face was gut-wrenching. This was way more than he bargained for when he set out on a grand adventure with his friends to explore Ibara.
No, to explore Veelox.
“C’mon!” I shouted to get him moving.
Siry reluctantly backed away. We both turned to run. Loque had shaken the Flighter who had attacked him and ran with us. We were down to three. Who would be the next target? Ahead of us to our right, more Flighters poured from another building, cutting off the street and our route back to the ship.
“This way!” Loque shouted, and turned left, headed toward one of the derelict buildings.
It was a dangerous move. There were three of us and dozens of them. If we were clever, and lucky, we might be able to lose them inside one of the empty buildings. If we weren’t lucky, the building would collapse on our heads. If we stayed in the street, they’d have us. Jumping into a building was the only move we had. Loque knew it. Siry and I weren’t far behind. We followed the blond thief through the first door we came to. Inside was a mess of crushed furniture and broken shelves. It might have been a store at one time. It might have been an office. It might have been a zoo for all I cared. All I wanted was to get through and shake the mass of Flighters. I quickly realized I was with the right guys. They may not have been warriors, but they knew how to dodge the authorities. They had plenty of practice running from the security force in Rayne. To them, running through the twisted labyrinth inside this building was no different than blasting through the dense tropical jungle near their home. I had trouble keeping up with them as they jumped over piles of junk while always looking ahead for the best route.
The Flighters had even more trouble keeping up. There were too many of them. Being only three was definitely an advantage. Loque led us through several rooms of debris. It was almost as if he knew where he was going. Finally he blasted through a doorway that led to a huge, empty atrium. After running through a maze of dark, junky rooms, it was a breathtaking surprise to suddenly land in such a huge space.
It was a giant, glass building. The ceiling and two of the walls were made of colorful stained glass. At one time it might have been some kind of cathedral. The spectacular mosaic pattern was a seascape, complete with schools of fish, coral, whales, and vibrant plant life. The colors were incredibly vivid, made more so because the sun shone through to make them come alive. The whole mosaic was amazingly intact, though there were hundreds of places where sections had fallen out to let unfiltered sun shine in, creating lase
rlike beams of white light that crisscrossed the entire space. The three of us stood beneath this spectacular glass dome, staring up in awe, trying to catch our breath. It was an awesome sight that I would have appreciated a whole lot more if we hadn’t been running for our lives.
“We’ve got to go back,” Siry said, gulping air. “They’ve got Twig.”
“And they’ll get us, too,” I said. “We’ll go back, but on our terms.”
“I shouldn’t have brought her,” Siry cried. “I shouldn’t have brought anyone!”
“It was our choice,” Loque said. “There were plenty of chances to back out.”
“Guys, not the time to second guess,” I cautioned. “You can beat yourselves up all you want later. Let’s shake those goons first.”
Crash!
The sound came from the room we had just run through. The Flighters were smashing their way through. I did a quick scan of the immense atrium, looking for the best escape route.
“We won’t make it across this space in time,” I concluded. “I say we dig in somewhere and hope they miss us.”
There wasn’t time to debate. Loque took off again, running along the wall until he found another doorway. He jumped inside. We followed. It was a small room with no light and no exits. If the Flighters found us, we’d be trapped. But there was no turning back, because the Flighters had entered the cathedral.
Siry jumped behind the wreck of something that might have been a cabinet. Or a desk. Loque and I followed, trying to make ourselves invisible. I got down on my belly behind the ancient piece of furniture and found a small opening to peer through. I had a perfect view out the door. No sooner did I settle in, than I saw several Flighters running through the cathedral to the far side. It looked like our plan had worked. They thought we’d kept going. But there were a lot of them. They could have spread out to search the cathedral. We had to be absolutely sure before moving.
It was burning hot in there. Sweat poured down my face. I was about to reach up and wipe my nose, when a shadow crossed the doorway in front of us. I froze. A Flighter crept past silently, on alert. They were searching for us. I didn’t even want to breathe, for fear he’d hear me. I didn’t put my hand back down either. That’s how nervous I was about making the smallest sound. The Flighter barely glanced into the room and kept walking. I kept still. Good thing. Right behind him was another guy who poked his head around the corner and looked directly into the room. Could he see us? Did it matter? Not if he called a couple of his scurvy pals to come in and turn the place inside out. I mentally prepared myself for that, imagining them entering the room and calculating the best moment to leap up and attack.
The Flighter took a step inside, scanned around, then stepped back out, and kept walking. I figured those guys weren’t all that brave on their own, that’s why they traveled in such big packs. I didn’t dare look to either side to see where Siry and Loque were, for fear I’d make a sound. Another Flighter stalked quietly past the room, glancing in. Then another. I saw several more Flighters in the middle of the cathedral, searching for us. My hopes started to rise. If they hadn’t come in this room yet, they might not at all. As the minutes passed, I saw fewer and fewer of the grungy guys walking by the door or out in the atrium. Still, I didn’t dare move. For all I knew they were waiting together outside the door for us to stupidly walk into an ambush. Without saying a word we all knew we’d have to wait long enough to make sure they were gone.
Time passed. Five minutes. Ten minutes. I lost track. After not seeing or hearing a Flighter for the longest time, I finally risked turning my head to look at the others. Siry was a few feet from me. He wasn’t even looking out the door. He sat with his back to it, his legs curled up. He hugged his knees tightly, staring ahead, unseeing. He looked bad. Not scared, but worse. He looked stunned. I could guess why. His glorious quest had turned into a terrifying odyssey. Twig had been captured. She was probably the must vulnerable of the group. Now she was in the hands of the Flighters. It was anybody’s guess as to whether or not she was still alive. Were the Flighters that evil? Would they actually kill someone in cold blood?
I felt someone touch my shoulder and nearly yelped in surprise. I sat up fast and hit my head. It didn’t hurt, but the sound seemed as loud as an explosion. Did anyone hear? It was Loque. We sat there, frozen, waiting to see if the Flighters had heard. A few minutes passed. Nobody showed up. It actually gave us more confidence. If nobody heard that loud bang, they were probably gone.
“I’ll take a look outside,” Loque whispered. “If it’s clear, I’ll signal, and we can start out.”
I nodded. Siry didn’t move. Loque gave me a quick smile. “Don’t worry, we’re going to get out of here and get Twig back.”
Siry didn’t respond. Loque gave me a worried look and quietly left. He was the perfect person to go. Judging by our earlier stealthy jaunt through the jungle, Loque would be able to make this a quiet scout. I’d probably trip over something and make a huge crash that would bring the Flighters running back.
“You okay?” I whispered to Siry.
He stared ahead, unseeing. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he said softly.
“I know.”
“I’m not leaving this horror city without Twig,” he added.
I didn’t argue with him. What for? Events would tell us what to do. Hopefully that would include rescuing Twig. As much as I wanted that, I was smart enough to know it wasn’t a lock. One thing at a time. I left Siry and snuck to the doorway. Kneeling down, I cautiously peered out to the cathedral. I scanned the whole floor until I saw Loque creeping along the wall to my right. He moved quickly through the piles of junk, making himself nearly invisible as he surveyed the vast space.
Siry joined me, kneeling down and peering out from the other side of the door. We made eye contact. He gave me a nod and a reassuring smile. He looked like a scared little kid, which meant he looked like I did a few years back. Or now.
Loque skirted the immense room, moving closer to the wall that was made entirely of stained glass. The huge mosaic started at the floor and stretched all the way up until it joined with the massive, glass-domed ceiling. It was beautiful. I felt a sudden rush of sadness for the loss of an entire city and its people. This was Veelox. Saint Dane had beaten us here. Were we in the future of that time? Was this what happened to a territory when Saint Dane won? There were so many questions, but they would have to wait until we were safely out of there. Hopefully with Twig.
My eyes traveled over the incredible, huge mosaic of glass. I couldn’t say if the artwork was a masterpiece. I’m no judge of that. But the fact that it took up an entire wall that was half the size of a football field made it seem pretty impressive to me.
Loque was halfway along the base of this massive wall. My confidence grew with each step he took. The Flighters were gone. They were looking for us elsewhere. Or maybe they’d lost interest and sank back into whatever rat hole they came from. I didn’t care. All that mattered was that we had dodged a pretty huge bullet. But we weren’t safe. We still had to find our way back to the ship and decide what to do from there.
Loque stood about eighty yards away from us. He looked so tiny beneath that gigantic wall. He stood up, took one more look around, then waved to us. All was clear. He wanted us to follow. I looked to Siry. He was already getting to his feet. I stood to follow…and saw something that made me freeze.
“Wait,” I whispered harshly.
Siry stopped. I stood and looked at the giant mosaic. It may have been a wall, but it was still made of glass. I could see through it. Something was moving outside the building. Something big. It was impossible to tell exactly what it was, because the colored pieces of glass camouflaged things pretty well. It moved slowly from left to right. Whatever it was, it was solid. I didn’t see any natural movements. I pointed to it, trying to get Loque to take a look, but he wasn’t watching me. I didn’t want to chance screaming at him. It might have been nothing, and I didn’t want to risk gi
ving ourselves away.
The sun grew brighter. The detail of the strange shadow became clear. The object was taller than Loque. I made out a slender, horizontal streak that seemed to float in the air. It was a silver streak that might have been mounted on something vertical. The horizontal line pivoted, making the sun reflect off its surface. That’s all I needed to see. In one horrifying instant, I knew what it was.
“Get away!” I shouted to Loque, running to the center of the cathedral. I no longer cared about getting caught. “Get away from the window!” I waved my arms frantically, trying to get Loque out of there.
Loque motioned with both palms down, as if to say, “Calm down. Be quiet.” He even made a “shush” gesture with a finger to his lips.
There was no way I’d calm down or be quiet. Siry ran up beside me and tried to grab my arm to stop me.
“Stop!” he whispered urgently.
I didn’t listen. “Run this way! Now!” I screamed at Loque.
Loque glanced around in confusion. He had no idea why I was going off like that. He slowly started walking toward me. Too slowly.
“What’s the matter?” he called. “They’re gone.”
“No, they’re not!” I yelled. “They’re outside and they’ve got a—”
Boom! A shot was fired. I’d heard the sound before. It was one of the cannons from the military boat, like the one that fired on our ship. The Flighters weren’t gone. They knew we were in that cathedral.
They wanted to make it our tomb.
A split second after the gun fired, the giant stained-glass window exploded into a million brilliant flashes of light. It would have been a spectacular sight, if it hadn’t been so horrifying. It was like standing inside an exploding firework skyrocket. Tiny bits of glass whizzed past us. But we weren’t the ones in danger. Tons of sharp glass shards rained straight down, directly on Loque.