Of course, Trevor did not know if his life span would be longer or shorter if Fromm did, in fact, choose to meet. Perhaps the Chaktaw leader would seize the opportunity to murder the face of the human invasion.
Nonetheless, Trevor now rejected this Earth with a fervor exceeding his initial embrace of Thebes. The longer he stayed here, the more diseased he felt, as if wallowing in a filth manufactured by his actions. Returning home could not cleanse him, but he craved the company of the people who knew him best. Perhaps they could help him fit the pieces back together.
As much as he wished to leave, he needed to know the answers of this place. As they walked from field to forest across tundra thawing in the morning sun, he conjured a thousand questions. But every time he tried to speak with Nina, his blood boiled, his anger spiked. The truth of her deception, the mind-warping reality of humanity as invaders on this Earth, and the exposing of his own nasty underbelly thanks to her carefully planned manipulation…all simmered inside at a dangerously high temperature.
Screaming at her would do no good. He knew that. He wanted answers and if they were to survive for the next few days to meet Fromm, he would need her help. Thus, he remained silent, biding his time until he could manage civilized conversation.
During the first hours of their journey, the only sound they shared was the plod of boots trudging across muddy ground and the occasional pant of short breath.
They found their way not only by compass, but by landmarks Jaff had mentioned. First came a mountain lined with abandoned cliff dwellings, dwellings cracked and burned, families driven out or slaughtered by invaders.
As directed by Jaff, outside this hillside town they found and followed a big road not so much paved as packed with a tight, granular surface akin to a blacktop/gravel mixture. Along the way, Trevor spied directional signs affixed to iron stakes and painted in fading colors on metallic surfaces. While the collection of scribbles and lines on those signs proved indecipherable, he understood the messages nonetheless.
This exit for such-and-such town. Rest stop ahead. Buy such-and-such brand of this consumer product.
They skirted clusters of empty development. From what he saw along the road, these earthlings preferred mountainside buildings but did utilize other designs as well. He spotted the remains of a riverside villa built with wood, metal, and stone that could easily have been mistaken for a small town back home. He also saw a blasted observation tower constructed along the road and resembling the Seattle Space Needle.
The Chaktaw had the same bipedal body shape, the same basic height and weight ranges. Their forms were nearly identical to human beings and hence the places in which they lived and the furniture in which they sat were mirror images to what Trevor knew from his world, which is why it had been easy to mistake this invaded Earth for a reflection of his own.
He saw buildings with triangle-like steeples that suggested houses of worship. He found an empty playground with pyramid-shaped sliding boards and crisscrossing swings, no doubt responsible for many skinned young Chaktaw knees from the time before the universe came to destroy these people.
Smashed warehouses…burned farms…skeleton-like remains of vehicles…the exact same sights he had come across while rebuilding man's civilization on man's Earth. It felt so familiar, with the one difference being that this world belonged to the Chaktaw. Humanity was just another invader.
As their hike racked up miles, Trevor noticed something peculiar in regards to Chaktaw settlements. From residential colonies to more metropolitan areas, the remains of their pre-invasion civilization seemed well- incorporated into the surrounding environment, as if taking advantage of the natural defenses of a mountain or a valley or dense woodland.
In any case, around mid day the two travelers stopped to rest their feet and eat salty combat rations. She told him 'pork' when he asked about the meat.
You mean pork transported across the galaxy through a gateway and packed into boxes by slaves and put on transports so as to feed an army of conquerors and Stone stopped the deluge of angry thoughts. This was why he could not speak to her. A simple question about lunch could turn into a reason to yell. He did not want to yell. He had done enough yelling in recent weeks.
During the first years of battle after the start of Armageddon, Trevor felt a righteousness in his cause, one that justified the brutality of his counter attacks and the determination of his armies. As difficult as his task, the path lay clear before him: kill the invaders, save the people. The means were justified by the ends of his species' survival.
That feeling of righteousness suffered a significant blow at New Winnabow, when he had unleashed his K9 army on the pacifists standing between him and victory over the Hivvans.
Justified? Given the circumstances, Trevor could tell himself as much. Again, a means to the ultimate end. But now, here, on this Earth, what justification could he have for his actions? Here humanity stood on the wrong side of the moral equation. More so, he pushed far beyond any reasonable limits, not only on the battlefield, but succumbed to all manner of twisted desires with this woman who resembled his Nina.
He wished he could convince himself that this was, in fact, a world of opposites. A world where-of course- Trevor was a kind of evil reflection of himself. But no, this place had proved less a mirror and more a window into the soul.
There was no Reverend Johnny or Stonewall McAllister in this universe because they had been born in the fire of invasion; personalities warped after subjection to great horror.
But there had been a Trevor Stone and a Nina Forest. As on his home Earth, one a great leader, another a natural born warrior. Yet here, Trevor indulged in acts of savagery and depravity, yet another testament to absolute power corrupting absolutely.
And the Nina Forest of this world? Well, that remained a mystery. He could not imagine what had turned a strong-willed woman into a brow-beaten girl who accepted objectification. She had been Trevor's plaything, not an equal; not a partner.
Why?
After resting their feet and eating their rations, the two gathered their packs and started off to the northeast again. The landscape around the road grew harsh as they moved deeper into what Trevor thought of as the Adirondack Mountains. As the afternoon grew long, the temperatures reversed and dipped as a wave of burly cloud cover cast shadows over the land.
Trevor and Nina saw animals during their march. They saw what Trevor called Chew Cows and Sloths. Both the herd of Chew Cows and the pair of Sloths looked half-starved. Yet Trevor figured the animals counted themselves lucky for having survived the winter. Spring was on its way and with it would come growing grass and wildflowers and trees full of leaves.
In an open field between two mountain ranges they spied, from a distance, four large creatures. Nina, in one of a handful of words they exchanged during the trip, said they were called Huskers. The things were part cow and part elephant as evident by the four ivory tusks alongside their big gaping mouths. Each stood the size of a house. According to the Major, these indigenous beasts were docile herbivores that, in a pinch, her people hunted for food.
A few minutes later, a destroyed bridge forced them to ford a small stream, descending first a steep, messy bank of tree roots and prickly brush then emerging on the far side after pushing through a thick wall of shrubs.
Ahead of them the road stretched on between muddy fields but it was a sight on the hills to the east that grabbed Trevor's full attention. His jaw unhinged and his eyes widened. He felt a shiver of wonder tremble along his spine and goose bumps sprung on his arms.
Atop a mountain summit stood a construct of incredible visual power, as if combining the size of the Pyramids with the mystery of the Easter Island Moai. Perhaps a temple, maybe some kind of fortress, or possibly a memorial-maybe all of those things-the site sprawled a couple of square miles surrounded by a wall of massive stones, or crystals, looking to Trevor's eyes very much like blue zircon.
Inside the perimeter stood towering pillars reaching hundreds of feet and seemingly built with big blue and white diamonds piled one after another. Trevor could not fathom how they held firm while standing so tall.
A number of those diamond shapes sported carved, Chaktaw faces meticulously designed but still vague enough to allow interpretation to remain in the eye of the beholder.
Those faces watched the valley between the mountains. Stone felt as if maybe they watched him. Judged.
How great a people these Chaktaw must be, to create something so beautiful, intimidating, and thought- provoking all at once.
