Pendragon - The Soldiers Of Halla Part 17

Yenza jumped into the bubble, pulled Peter out of the pilot seat and took over the controls. She toggled the water-fed engines to life, grabbed the control stick, and pushed us forward without bothering to ascend from the sea floor. We dragged up a bunch of sand, but we were moving.

Carolyn gasped, "It's coming down!"

All around us giant shadowy chunks of habitat were slowly floating toward the bottom. The pieces were of all sizes. Some were as big as houses, others looked to be a half mile across. The raiders had done it. They had destroyed a habitat. I didn't want to know what the rest of Cloral looked like.

"I hope they evacuated in time," Yenza said. Her voice cracked. I had never seen her show emotion of any kind. "I should have been there."

I didn't know how to tell her that as horrible as the loss of Grallion was, her mission to protect the exiles was about her entire world, not just one habitat. There was no way she'd understand that, so I kept my mouth closed.

"They were prepared," Spader said with sympathy. "You saw to that. The aquaneers were ready to get everyone off."

"This is all because of us," Carolyn said, sobbing.

I had no idea how to comfort her. I wanted to say how her survival was critical to the future of Halla. I wanted to tell her that she had the power to topple Ravinia. But that was all so impossible to grasp, especially as the remains of a destroyed city were raining down around us.

"Watch it," Spader calmly cautioned Yenza.

A ma.s.sive piece of barge glided down in front of us. Yenza expertly guided the hauler around it. We all looked in horror to see a piece of decking with buildings still attached sink to the ocean floor. Like with New York, a city had been destroyed.

Ravinia was alive and well on Cloral.

Soon the water grew lighter as Yenza piloted the hauler safely out from beneath the sinking wreckage.

"Get them to Panger City," I said to Yenza. "Keep them safe and wait for word."

Yenza nodded. She didn't try to speak. I think if she had, she would have burst out crying.

"And me?" Spader asked.

I knew the answer he wanted, so I gave it to him. "You're coming with me."

Spader beamed. "That's what I like to hear, mate!" he exclaimed, clapping me on the back. "Just like old times."

Wu Yenza wasn't as happy about it. "But you've only just returned," she said softly.

For the tough chief aquaneer, that was a huge show of emotion. I didn't blame her. She had just witnessed the total destruction of her home. Besides that, I think she had a little "thing" for Spader. Spader leaned in and gave her a hug.

"I'm proud to call you my chief a and my acolyte. Thank you." He didn't say anything about coming back to Cloral again. He knew that wasn't a guarantee. "Take care of them."

Yenza nodded and gave him a weak smile. Spader let her go and backed into the cargo bay of the hauler.

"Be safe," I said to the others. "Please."

I touched the cheek of the beautiful little girl named Maggie. I hoped that the spirit held by the children of the exiles would be just as strong as their parents. I then touched Yenza's shoulder. I didn't know what to say, so I gave her a simple, "Good luck."

Yenza looked at me. Her eyes were red. "We do have a chance, don't we?"

"As long as we're alive, we have a chance."

She nodded. "Don't let him get into too much trouble."

"Spader?" I said, with mock surprise. "Does he get into trouble?"

She chuckled.

Carolyn asked, "Are you going to swim back to the flume?"

"Yeah, something like that," I answered, and closed the hatch leading to the hauler's cargo bay behind me.

Spader and I stood together in the empty tanker.

"Want to see a new territory?" I asked.

"Been a long time since we rode together, mate," Spader said. "Gotta say, I'm a touch excited."

"Then let's go," I said, and took one step forward on Cloral.

The second step was on the territory of Zadaa. It was time to find Loor.

Chapter 16.

Spader and I found ourselves standing on the sh.o.r.e of a young ocean.

It was a familiar sight. I had witnessed this body of water being born when the pent-up rivers that ran beneath the desert on Zadaa erupted with spectacular fury. Fault lines had cut quickly and violently across the sand, sinking miles of desert that were soon replaced with water, gus.h.i.+ng in from hundreds of underwater rivers. In minutes a desert had been transformed into an ocean.

Life now grew where none had existed for centuries. I didn't know how long it had been since I was on Zadaa, but time had definitely pa.s.sed. The sh.o.r.e was now lined with palm trees and swaying gra.s.s. I saw what looked like small deer drinking from the freshwater sea. The day was clear. The sun was warm. For a brief moment I let myself believe that all was well with Zadaa.

A very brief moment.

A lone person sat by the sh.o.r.e, staring out at the dark green waters. One look at this woman told me that the spirits of Solara had put us where we needed to be. They had brought us back together with Loor. As relieved as I was to have found her so easily, it was strange to see her sitting alone, quietly, as if lost in her own thoughts. That wasn't like her. "Loor?" I called.

She gave us a quick look, but showed no emotion or surprise. She nodded to acknowledge us, then went back to staring out at the sea.

I looked at Spader. He shrugged. I wasn't sure of what to say. Loor was obviously preoccupied. I didn't think it was right to jump at her, all excited, to say, "Hey! We heard some exiles were here. Did you find them? Did ya? Did ya? Huh?" There would be time for that.

Spader and I sat next to her. The three of us sat for a while, enjoying the warm breeze. At least I did. My clothes were still wet from Cloral, so I didn't mind letting the hot sun of Zadaa dry them. Finally Loor looked at me. I was surprised to see that her eyes were red. She had been crying. There was nothing right about that.

"What manner of evil has the power to change the course of so many worlds so dramatically?" she said.

We'd been dealing with that question since day one of this adventure. I wondered why Loor was just getting around to it.

"You've always known what Saint Dane is capable of" was my answer.

"It is not his intent that disturbs me so," she replied thoughtfully, as if trying to measure her own words. "I understand his quest. What I do not understand is why so many have chosen to follow him. Saint Dane would not hold the power he does now, he would not be on the verge of destroying Halla and creating his own universe, if not for those who have allowed him to do so."

"She's right," Spader added. "He may be a nasty woggly, but he's had a lot of help from the very people we're supposed to be protecting."

"It is a disheartening reality." Loor sighed. "It leads me to even darker thoughts."

Spader and I exchanged looks. What could be darker than what we had seen Halla go through? I wasn't so sure I wanted to know.

Loor continued, "Press said we are given power by what is left of the spirit of Solara. The positive spirit. If that is so, from where is Saint Dane drawing his own power?"

Turned out I wasn't the only one who was bugged by that question.

"I've been wondering that myself," Spader said.

Make that three of us.

"I don't know," I said. "But I've been giving it some thought. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that there's no such thing as absolute good or pure evil."

"Not so sure about that, mate," Spader interrupted. "I haven't seen a whole lot of good coming from Saint Dane."

"Not now, but according to Uncle Press, he started out with good intentions. He may have been arrogant and egotistical and ruthless, but his original goal was to help the people of Halla."

"But he was wrong," Loor complained. "His vision was wrong."

"I agree, but we're talking about his original intent, not his methods. His thinking was to save the people of Halla from themselves. His ideas may have been misguided, but in his mind he was doing something positive."

"I can't believe you're defending the b.u.g.g.e.r," Spader said.

"I'm not! What he's done is monstrous. I'm just saying that in the beginning, in his mind, he was doing something positive."

Spader shrugged. "Then it didn't last long. Look at all the damage he's done."

"I think the real damage he did was to draw a hard line between good and evil. He's not allowing for the good in people to exist by only rewarding the darker side of human behavior. Look at Ravinia. What do they encourage? Pride. Aggression. Strength. Power. Those aren't necessarily bad things, unless you eliminate the other side. You can't have pride without humility. Aggression without tolerance. Strength without compa.s.sion. Power without restraint. That's what Solara has been about, balancing it all. Saint Dane has thrown that balance off."

"You may be correct, but that does not explain where he is getting his power from," Loor argued.

I stopped a moment before speaking. A theory had been tickling the back of my brain for a while. Listening to Loor's concerns brought it forward.

"I think he's created his own version of Solara," I said. "Uncle Press already told us that Solara wasn't about everyone being all peaceful and loving. That's not reality. There were always darker forces in Solara. It's the reflection of mankind, and mankind has two sides. There is no good without evil. Positive without negative. I think that by destroying the more peaceful, less aggressive spirit throughout Halla, it allowed another Solara to rise."

"You mean, like splitting it in two?" Spader suggested.

"Something like that. I guess. I don't know. I'm winging this. But I'm thinking that by doing what he's done, he's forced the spirits of Solara to take sides. Those who favor free will and tolerance are about to die off, and those who favor strength and aggression are building momentum. The exiles are feeding the positive side, and Saint Dane's Ravinian followers are feeding the aggressive side. Even the survivors of Ravinia must be feeding the negative side. Their lives are about fear and survival. Sounds like that could just as easily feed a dark Solara as a positive one. The balance that allowed Halla to thrive has been totally thrown off."

"And you think this other, dark Solara is where Saint Dane is drawing his power from?" Loor asked.

"What other explanation is there? If he were drawing his power from the Solara we visited, it would have died long ago, Saint Dane would be out of business. I think he won't be in total control until he's completely destroyed that place. The positive side of Solara. And that's where we come in."

Spader gave me a sideways look. "If you say so, mate. It all has me head spinning."

"The territories have turned," I added. "Everything we've seen tells us that Saint Dane's evil has taken over Halla. The balance has been tipped one way. The question is, how can we tip it back?"

"According to Press, it's all about the exiles," Spader said hopefully.

"And we have no idea where they are," I replied. "At least seventy thousand people were pulled into the flume on Second Earth. And we've only found a what? Twenty? I don't believe that number of people can be keeping Solara alive. There have to be more. Maybe they're here."

Loor dropped her head. She looked pained.

"What are you doing out here?" I asked her. "Why are you so upset?"

"Everything that you have said makes sense, Pendragon," she answered softly. "I have seen it here, on my own territory."

Spader and I exchanged looks. We both knew that bad news was on the way.

"How did Zadaa change?" I asked.

"My people are gone," Loor said, trying to keep her voice from cracking.

"Gone?" Spader asked. "You mean like a gone?"

"The Rokador have risen to power. They now control this area of the territory. I believe they have murdered the Batu tribe."

"Murdered?" I repeated. "You're saying the Rokador wiped out an entire tribe of Batu?"

"Not entirely," Loor answered. "Those who survived are now slaves. But they are a small portion of what once was. I understand your words, Pendragon, but it is hard for me to believe that pure evil does not exist. Perhaps it did not begin that way, but that is the way it has become." She pointed over our shoulders and added, "Look."

Spader and I turned to view a breathtaking sight. Spader had never seen the city of Xhaxhu, so I didn't think it would affect him one way or the other. But I was stunned. The whole time we had been there, I didn't think to turn around and look at the city that was Loor's home. It had changed. There was still a giant sandstone wall that surrounded the city, but that's where the familiarity ended. The tall, ornate pyramids that gave Xhaxhu its character were still there, but they were now covered with a silver metal skin. What had once been an ancient city of stone pyramids now had a strangely modern feel.

"The Rokador were always more advanced than the Batu." Loor sighed. "The Batu were warriors who protected them in their underground homes. The Rokador provided technology in return. There were problems, but it was a good balance."

"There's that balance thing again," Spader said, trying to be helpful.

"So what is Xhaxhu like now?" I asked.

Loor stood. At her feet was a white Rokador robe. "I will show you, but I must wear this. Batu are no longer free to walk the streets."

That was an ominous statement. Loor took the wooden stave that was strapped to her back and tossed it to me. She then dropped the long robe over her head, and pulled up the hood so that she wouldn't be recognized.

"What about us?" Spader asked.

"You look like Rokador," Loor explained. "You will have no problem."

The Rokador were light skinned, mostly from living for generations beneath the surface of Zadaa. I definitely fit the profile. Spader was on the fence. It would have been iffy if he had spent the last several years under the hot, tropical sun of Cloral, but since he had been living in the jungles of Eelong, his skin had sufficiently paled up. We could easily pa.s.s for Rokador.

Loor led us across the gra.s.sy field that led to the city of Xhaxhu. The last time I'd been there, there was nothing but sand. Lots of it. It had now become a much more hospitable place. Unless, of course, you were a Batu. It took us a few minutes to walk the roughly half mile to the city gates. Standing guard were two Rokador soldiers. They stood like sentries at either side of the entrance. It had always been the job of the Batu to provide security.

Not anymore. For a second I thought they might stop us, but they didn't give us a second look as we strode into the citya"- And into a world I barely recognized. My memory of Xhaxhu was a city with wide, unpaved streets; soaring, ornate pyramids; elaborate statues of Batu warriors; and troughs of fresh, clean water that were fed by the underground rivers and ran along every street. It was a place full of bright flowers and towering palm trees. Xhaxhu was an oasis in the center of a vast desert.