Revelation

the xenovirus was terrifying. It was evolving in ways we could have never predicted. Who could have guessed that dragons were coming? There was so much more going on below the surface, answers that likely could only be found in the Great Blight itself and its alien heart — Ragnarok Crater. Those answers were not going to come anytime soon. We had barely survived our harrowing one-and-only trip into that heart of darkness. That we had lived this long to tell the tale seemed like sheer luck.

The Grand Canyon to the north passed slowly, jagging its way through the bleak landscape. Finally, as the sun ebbed in the sky and as the shadows lengthened, the dust cloud below pulled to a stop between two dunes.

Makara piloted Odin downward, setting the ship down a hundred feet or so from the Exiles.

After unstrapping themselves, both Samuel and Makara left the cockpit. Anna and I followed them outside.

Chapter 4

A few minutes later, we were all basking in the warm glow of a bonfire. I held Anna’s hand, sitting on the ground, as both Makara and Samuel spoke to Marcus.

“It’s going to take them a while to go through everything,” I said.

Anna said nothing, merely watching the fire.

A stout, muscled man sat next to me. He had a scraggly black beard that went down to his chest. His weathered face was pockmarked with scars, and the skin of his hands seemed more like leather than flesh.

Even though the man was a little intimidating, I decided to initiate a conversation.

“What’s your name?”

“Harold,” he said, in a deep, raspy voice.

“How long have you been an Exile?”

“None of us are here because we chose to be. It’s Char that keeps us here.”

Around the fire, other heads nodded.

“So, you all hate Char?”

“He was in the wrong,” another Exile said from across the fire. “He kept us from passing Raider Bluff. Any who tried, he killed.”

“Can you remind me what happened again?” Anna asked. “You said there was a disagreement a long time ago. What was it about?”

The Exile who had just spoken stared at Anna balefully. The fire gave his dark eyes a devilish gleam. All the same, Anna did not look away.

“You’re about to see it, girl. You might not know this, but there was another city, on the opposite shore of the Colorado. Rivertown, they called it. It was a peaceful city. In the old days, Bluff and Rivertown would help each other. Then, the Raiders took over. Bluff became Raider Bluff. The old ones remember those times.”

The man stopped speaking. Everyone was listening now — Makara, Samuel, and Marcus included.

“Nathan was there from the beginning,” Harold said.

Nathan, the man who had been telling the story, nodded. “Aye, I was there. My wife lived in Rivertown. She died, that day, twelve years ago.”

“When the dam broke?”

Nathan scowled. “It didn’t break on its own, kid. Your friend Char broke it. Marcus was the only one with the guts to stand up to him.” Nathan shook his head. “Even when we backed up Marcus, Char wouldn’t listen. He was hungry for power, and he did not care who died in order to get it.”

“That’s not the Char I know,” Anna said.

Nathan stared hard at Anna. “You are still a child. You are too young to know anything.”

Anna’s face burned. She was about to speak again, but I held her arm. She kept her mouth shut.

“Maybe Char is different, now,” Nathan said. “But at the time, he was not. One night, in the Bounty, Marcus and Char fought. The entire bar was cleared to the edges of the room. They did not hold back — any weapon they found, they used. Then, Marcus won the upper hand, throwing his brother in the fire. Char landed face-first, earning the wounds that will mark him for the rest of his life as a sign of his sin.”

I watched the fire in front of me, probably not too different from the one that had burned twelve years ago. I wondered what Char’s side of the story was. I wondered, with twelve years of resentment burning, how it would be possible for everyone to work together.

“What happened after the fight?” I asked.

Nathan shrugged. “So began our exile. There was fighting in the streets, between Char and Marcus, and those who supported Marcus. But we could not win. I fought for my wife, who had lived in Rivertown before it was flooded. Violence was the new code, those days — and it all changed when the first Alpha took over — a man by the name of Victor.” Nathan paused. “I hear he is dead, now.”

“This Victor,” Anna said. “You are saying he changed Raider Bluff from a place of peace to a place of violence?”

Nathan nodded. “This was in 2048. Food was scarce, and some tough decisions had to be made. Victor decided that violence was the best means by which to attain food — from other settlements, mostly. This included Rivertown. This was before the farms, before the slaves.”

“Now, all of that is gone,” I said.

“Aye,” Nathan said. “It is. Raider Bluff was an evil place. It only became more corrupt as the years passed. It infects anyone who lives there long enough. You either become a violent barbarian, or you are crushed, subjugated into slavery, or worse.” Nathan sighed, long and tired. “When the dam finally did break, no one in Rivertown was safe. Those who survived had nowhere to go when the waters rose — nowhere to go but Raider Bluff. There, they became slaves, forced to work the farms outside the city.”

Nathan said nothing about his wife, having already said it earlier. She had died. I didn’t doubt his story. I didn’t like it, though, only because it complicated things. Char was supposed to be our main ally. And yet, he had done something horrible. He had killed innocent people for his own personal gain.

Somehow, we had to get these two disparate groups working together — Exile and Raider. Only, the Exiles were right. They had been the ones forced to wander for twelve years, eking out an existence in the most desolate part of the Wasteland. The Boundless would have long killed off other men, and it had probably killed off many Exiles over the years. I remember Marcus mentioning working for the Empire, when we had met them on our way to Bunker One. Maybe that was how they got by.

Though the Exiles were right, the Raiders were more numerous. We needed their help more. More than anything, we needed Char and Marcus to reconcile. But when there was so much hatred, was it even possible?

I looked at Makara, who now spoke to Marcus in a low voice. It all now rested on the shoulders of this nineteen-year-old girl. It amazed me, what circumstances could do to a person. Makara had stepped into a leadership role seamlessly. If there was anyone who could get the Raiders and the Exiles to start thinking of themselves as New Angels, it was her.

But first, we had to find Char and the Raiders.

“Hopefully, the Raiders are in Vegas,” I said.

From beside me, Harold spoke.

“If they are, there will be blood.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Did you not hear the story? You are either for us, or for them.” He turned to me. “Who are you with?”

“We still need to hear Char’s side of things.”

Harold shook his head, standing up to walk away from the fire. Yeah, I had offended him. But I couldn’t tie my loyalty down to one group over the other. Not until I had heard everything.

Marcus stood, along with Makara and Samuel. I focused my attention on their conversation.

“I will speak with Char, but no more than that,” Marcus said. “He did something unforgivable. I will never let