I watched the massive show of force pouring into Black Water from behind the safety of one of the defensive huts in the first ring of structures. Seeing so many dados confirmed my fear that there was no way the gars and Yanks would be able to hold them off for long. Depending on how long the radio cannons had power, they could knock out a thousand, or a few thousand. But there would be a thousand more to take their place. And a thousand more after that. It was small consolation that my fears were correct. I was mesmerized by the sight of such an overwhelming force pouring from the flume.
It wasn’t until I felt the hair on my arms crackle with energy that I was snapped back into the moment. One of the invaders must have seen me and fired his weapon. What the heck was I still doing there? Alone. Facing an army of thousands. With weapons. It was time to be somewhere else.
I ran back into the heart of the village, not sure if I should look for Courtney and the council, or just get back to the flume and jump to Third Earth. I ran past house after empty house. All the lights were still on, but nobody was home.
Paf! Paf! I felt the surge of two blasts of power fly past. The dados were after me. I made a quick turn down a narrow street and was faced with two red-shirt Ravinian dados. Their weapons were up and pointed. At me. I jumped off the street as paf. Another shot flew by. Too close. I couldn’t let myself get hit. No way. If the spirit of Solara was as good as gone, my own spirit wouldn’t survive my body’s death and end up back on Solara. If I got shot now, it would be over. For good. There was no more safety net. I was now running for my life.
I heard dados everywhere, yelling orders and knocking down doors in their search for the exiles. Running through the rings of structures was like sprinting through a maze. I kept changing direction, making it difficult to be tracked. Unfortunately, I outsmarted myself and got turned around. I wanted to end up at the flume, but I was dangerously close to being lost, or accidentally circling back and ending up surrounded by dados. I kept looking up at the mountains that surrounded Black Water, trying to get my bearings. It was impossible. The mountains formed a continuous ridge. There were no particular peaks that stood out. It was like running around inside of a bowl. With every turn I kept hoping that I’d run into a gar, but the village was empty. Totally empty. Except for one lone creature.
I rounded a corner and was met by a klee. A dado klee. The Ravinian uniform was the tip-off. The cat seemed just as surprised as I was. I froze. The klee raised its weapon. I had nowhere to run. No place for protection.
“I’m Pendragon,” I called out, hoping that it would mean something. Maybe Saint Dane wanted me taken alive. It was a desperate move… that didn’t work. The klee raised its silver weapon and took aim. I dove to the ground and rolled. I wanted to make a tough target. Maybe I would get lucky. The klee brought the weapon to its eye…
And was attacked by another snarling klee. The big brown cat leaped from a window and knocked the Ravinian to the ground.
“Boon!” I called out.
I jumped to my feet and ran for the two wrestling klees.
“Don’t let that thing touch you!” I warned, knowing that one touch of that silver wand and Boon would be vapor.
Boon clamped his powerful jaws on the Ravinian’s neck. The klee didn’t react, of course. It was a dado. But as it fought to get loose, I was able to jump forward and kick the wand out of its paw. The weapon clattered away. The klee tried to fight off Boon while reaching for it. He didn’t have a chance. I grabbed the wand and screamed, “Let it go!”
Boon jumped back, and I jabbed the business end of the silver wand at the dado. It instantly stopped moving.
Boon was out of breath and wide eyed. “What’s happening?” he shouted. “Where is everybody?”
“You don’t know?”
Boon shook his head. “I was sleeping on the outskirts of the village. They know I’m not a threat, but I’m still a klee. So I decided to stay clear of everybody. When the alarm went off, I came back looking to see what was happening, but everybody’s gone!”
“And the dados are attacking from Third Earth. We’ve got to get out of here.”
Boon and I took off running, but it seemed as though every way we turned, there were more dados. With nobody to stop them, the city was quickly becoming infested.
“There’s another flume,” I told him. “Far to the south on the edge of the farm. But we’re cut off.”
Boon grabbed my arm and yanked me in another direction. “I’ve got a way.”
We continued our twisting route until we got to the very center of the village and the large building that was Gar Central. Boon led me inside.
“Is there a tunnel or something?” I asked.
“No. Just the opposite.”
We hit stairs. Boon sprinted up on all fours. I had all I could do to keep up with the cat. I trusted Boon but didn’t like that we were climbing up. It wouldn’t be good to be trapped on the roof, with no escape route.
He said, “In the brief time that there was a truce between the gars and the klees, technology was exchanged. Things were going well, until Ravinia.”
“What kind of technology?”
We made it to the top stairs. Boon opened a door that led out onto the roof. “That kind,” he announced.
Sitting there, square in the middle of the roof of the large building, were three yellow gigs.
“Tell me you know how to fly,” I demanded.
“Kasha would never admit it, but I’m a better pilot than she is.”
I didn’t need convincing. I pushed past him, headed for the small helicopters. Boon jumped in the pilot seat of one, while I strapped into the passenger side. Boon immediately toggled the ignition switches. The overhead rotor whined to life.
“Wait,” I exclaimed. “There’s no sun. What’s powering this?”
“Like I said, it’s new technology,” he explained. “This is something the gars came up with. They didn’t even have one back in Leeandra. The gars added a device for storing the energy. We’ll have about an hour of flight time.”
That news actually made me angry. It was more proof that the gars weren’t animals. The merger of the two tribes, the two species, had been a huge benefit for all the beings on Eelong. Until Ravinia.
Boon added, “Let’s hope the dados don’t know how to use the radio cannons.”
Oh. Right. Those things.
Boon pulled the control stick back, and we lifted off… just in time. The door leading to the roof burst open, and three Ravinian dados ran out, their weapons up and firing. I felt the ping of energy as the underside of the gig was hit. They weren’t radio cannons. They couldn’t stop us.
“Take us up high over the village,” I called to Boon. “I want to see what’s happening.”
Boon lifted the small gig high into the night sky, directly over the dead center of the village. From there we had a perfect view of the entire valley. It was like looking down on a football game from a blimp. I saw the flume that had burned into the mountainside. Light continued to spew out, along with more dados. The numbers were incredible. The dados had pretty much filled up the entire space between the flume and the outer ring of the village. They stood poised to completely overrun the place.
Several dados ran through the streets. They must have been the advance troops. They were fast and mobile, searching for signs of life. They weren’t having any luck. The village was totally empty. Boon circled around so we could scout the entire place. I wondered if the gars had built a shelter in the mountains, where they could retreat in case of an attack. That seemed like the most logical answer. Maybe Courtney had finally convinced them that the attack was inevitable, so they decided to hide instead of joining us. If that was the case, how long could they hold out? Not all the gars and exiles were candidates for fighting a war. There were kids. And babies. And older people. Would they be able to stay hidden until the dados gave up and left? It seemed like a temporary solution, at best.
“Now what?” Boon asked. “We don’t have enough power to stay up here forever.”
I looked to the south and the farm. Even from as far away as we were, I could make out the dark, round shadow that I knew was the mouth of the Travelers’ flume.
The gig lurched. I knew the feeling. Boon did too.
