“The cemetery,” Alder said. “That is where Saangi is to meet us with a dygo.”
Of course! I had forgotten that Saangi’s part of this mission was to get us out of here. My spirits rose. If there was one thing Saangi was good at, it was bailing us out of trouble. I hoped she wouldn’t stop now. We ran off the catwalk, through the tunnels, and popped outside, back at the cemetery.
Saangi wasn’t there.
“She will come,” Loor said with absolute confidence. “I know she’ll try,” I said. “But if all hell is breaking loose, who knows what happened to her?”
“My faith is in her,” Loor said. “We must not abandon her.”
“Okay,” I agreed. “But not for long.”
We finally had a chance to catch our breaths and plan our next move.
“How did this happen?” Alder asked.
“It’s my fault,” I said. “We busted up the controller so they couldn’t open the gates to the south and flood the underground…which was the exact wrong thing to do. They were counting on those gates opening to relieve the pressure of the water building up, and now there’s no place for the water to go.”
“Will Kidik be destroyed?” Alder asked.
“I don’t know,” I said. “For sure it’ll be flooded.”
“The question is,” Loor said, “how many will survive?”
I don’t think it was until she said those words that the full impact of what we had done hit me. Instead of stopping the Rokador from killing off the Batu, all we did was push the Rokador off the cliff with them. I was beginning to think we had helped make Saint Dane’s plan to destroy Zadaa even more successful than the demon had hoped. And just to make the whole event absolutely perfect, there was every probability that three Travelers and an acolyte would die right along with the tribes. I had to sit down. It was like the truth was too heavy to bear. This wasn’t simply the battle for a territory. I felt as if here on Zadaa, Saint Dane may have won the battle for all of Halla.
Loor sensed my desperation. She stood over me and touched my head. “If we are alive, we are not done,” she said.
I looked up at her. It didn’t matter that we were standing on an underground island that was about to be swallowed by rising water, she looked as calm and confident as ever. As always, she gave me hope. Man, I loved her.
“Loor!” called Saangi.
We all looked as Saangi came running toward us. On foot. She was out of breath and excited. There was a definite lack-of-dygo going on.
“The water is rising!” she exclaimed. “The Rokador are leaving the island. They’re on boats and dygos and anything else that will move. I’ve been hiding, trying not to be caught, but they are not interested in me now. They are fleeing for their lives!”
“What of the Batu?” Loor asked.
“I heard them say the Batu were in retreat,” she said. “Is this the flood the Rokador promised?”
“Worse,” I answered. “They’re flooding everything, including themselves. What about the dygo?”
“Gone,” she said, embarrassed. “The Rokador have taken them all.”
“Then we’re stuck,” I said.
“No,” Saangi said. “We still have the boat that Alder and I came over on. It was hidden. I have brought it closer.”
I had to smile. “Where did you find this girl, Loor?” I asked. “She’s incredible.”
Loor said, “I did not find her. She is my sister.”
I sputtered out, “Your sister? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Shall we discuss this now?” Loor asked.
Enough said.
The three of us followed Saangi back through the building and out the far side. As soon as we emerged, we were confronted with a horrifying sight. The island was shrinking. The water’s edge was now a good half mile closer than it had been when we arrived. Gone was the beach and the trail. It wouldn’t be long before the water reached the central building.
The water was strangely calm. There were no waves or whitecaps. It just kept rising and rising. On the surface were dozens of boats, all full of Rokador. I saw one boat that had all ten of the Rokador elite. Another had the engineers. Many were full of Tiggen guards. It looked as if they were doing all they could to help the other Rokador escape. They were doing their duty till the end. The whole scene looked eerily like lifeboats leaving a sinking ship. Except in this case there would be no rescue ship coming by. I could only hope that they had enough knowledge of the underground that they would find an escape route to the surface. “Down here!” Saangi said.
We ran down a rocky slope where we saw, hidden behind a large boulder, another silver boat like the one Loor and I came across the water on. The four of us lifted the craft and quickly carried it to the waterline that was growing closer by the second. We launched the boat, jumped inside, and kicked over the engine as…
Boom!
The roof blew out of the central building. Jagged pieces of metal rocketed high into the air, along with multiple geysers of water that spewed from the massive pipes, now totally ruptured under the incredible pressure. Some chunks flew so high they ricocheted off the rock dome above.
“Look out!” I shouted.
I grabbed the tiller and made a sharp turn as a chunk of metal splashed down into the water a few feet from us. Before it sank beneath the surface, I saw that it was a piece of the master control panel. For the next few minutes metal and water rained down around us. It was a miracle we weren’t hit. Once the deadly storm ended, our thoughts went ahead to the next step.
“There aren’t a whole lot of options,” I said. “I think our best chance of getting out of here is back through the city. At least we know that way.”
Everyone agreed, so I steered the boat back in the direction of the abandoned city. Nobody said anything, but I knew we were all wondering how high the water had gotten. The southern gates were under the city. If the Rokador engineers were correct, eventually the water pressure would be so great that those gates would collapse, sending the millions of tons of water careening through the tunnels of the underground. After seeing the master water controller explode so violently, I had no doubt that the engineers were right, and those gates would soon be history. The only real question was, how much time did we have?
If it had already happened, we were dead. The underground would be flooded and there would be no way out. If it hadn’t happened yet, we had to hope that the water level hadn’t risen too high for us to find the opening into Kidik and make it up the wide stairs that led back to the main street. If we were lucky enough to make it that far, it would be a race to get out.
We soon drew closer to the massive stone cliffs that held Kidik City. When Loor and I were here before, we were able to see the lights of the landing at the base of the stone cliff. I held my breath. Had the water risen so high that it covered the opening to the landing? A few tense minutes later, Saangi pointed and said, “There!”
It was a thin sliver of light at the base of the cliff. The opening wasn’t underwater, and the lights were still on. But it was much thinner than when we had left. The water had definitely risen higher, I gunned the throttle. Right now speed was everything. When we got to the stone wall, we saw that the opening was barely high enough for us to steer our boat inside without ducking down. This had once been a thirty-foot-high opening. Still our luck was holding. If we could maneuver our way inside and find the stairs, we’d have a chance of climbing up onto the dry ground of Kidik, and begin the race back to the surface. Our luck didn’t hold.
No sooner had we cleared the entrance of what was now a watery cave than the lights flickered. A moment later the lights of Kidik went dark. The power was gone. We were in pitch darkness, miles underground, with the water rising.
JOURNAL #23
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