witnesses. What remained was the fear. Fear of Ravinia. It was part fact, part mystique. As horrifying as the unexplained disappearance of seventy thousand people was, it was nothing compared to the fear of what Ravinia was capable of. They would not be challenged again.
It was the turning point. Second Earth was theirs.
There were plenty of rumors about what had happened that spread across the globe. Besides the horrifying mystery that would come to be known as the Bronx Massacre, people wanted to know what had happened to Alexander Naymeer. He hadn’t been seen or heard from since those final, dramatic images were broadcast from the stadium. People expected him to make some sort of appearance or announcement, especially in light of the historic vote of confidence given to Ravinia by the United Nations. Yet Naymeer was nowhere to be found. It was with that feeling of uncertainty that the Conclave of Ravinia met. The atmosphere in the room that night was a mixture of relief and dread. Hope and horror. All had gone according to Naymeer’s vision. Ravinia was on the threshold of becoming a major force that would dictate the future of the world.
Yet its leader was missing. The Ravinians came to the conclave needing answers.
The room went dark. The Ravinians became quiet. A spotlight hit a podium next to the mouth of the flume. Every last person in that room hoped to see Alexander Naymeer step up to the microphone and speak to them. They desperately hoped to see him. They needed him.
They wouldn’t get him. Instead, another man stepped into the light. It was someone the Ravinians were familiar with. Or thought they were. He always seemed to be at Naymeer’s side, offering him advice, helping their leader with the challenges of creating a new world. His name was Eugene.
His name was Saint Dane.
His open, kind face served to both calm them and fill them with dread. Why wasn’t Naymeer there? This evening Eugene wore a dark suit instead of his trademark Ravinia-red golf shirt. It was another sign that something was wrong. Eugene always had a bright smile. Not tonight. Eugene looked sober. It caused a buzz to ripple through the room. Eugene raised his hand. The crowd quieted in anticipation.
“My friends,” Eugene began somberly. “Alexander Naymeer is dead.”
A collective gasp and cry went up from the crowd as their worst fear was confirmed.
“Please,” he said, his voice amplified through speakers. “Please. Shhh…”
He was soon able to quiet the crowd and continue. The only distraction was the occasional sound of someone’s uncontrolled weeping.
“Alexander Naymeer was not a young man. We always knew his time with us would not last forever. He was mortal, as are we all. The excitement of recent events proved too much for his all-too-human body. He passed away quietly, painlessly, his lion’s heart beating its last on a life well spent.”
The weeping continued as reality settled in. People nodded and smiled to one another in support. The idea that the god-who-was-Naymeer was actually human somehow made the man even more accessible. More beloved. In spite of his awe-inspiring greatness, he was one of them. His death catapulted him from leader to legend.
“As disturbing and sad as this news may be,” Eugene continued, adding resolve to his voice, “now is not the time for grief. Certainly we should mourn the passing of such a great man, but we should also realize that his passing came at the moment of his greatest triumph.”
People nodded. They agreed. They wanted something positive to grab on to.
Saint Dane was all too willing to give it to them.
“Which raises the question, what are we to do now? Should we lick our wounds and stumble in the dark, after all we have achieved? All that he has achieved?”
There was a general murmuring. The crowd didn’t like that idea.
“Should we forget what brought us here, and lament that without our leader to tell us what to do, we are nothing?” A few “nos” were called out.
“To turn back now would mean we are no better than the people we disdain. Our future will not be determined by any one person. Our strength is in our common vision. That is what Naymeer taught us. That is what the world expects from us. That is what Halla expects from us.”
Excitement was growing. The people were getting worked up. The wailing cries were heard no more.
“To turn back now would be an insult to the memory of Alexander Naymeer, and to our own beliefs and values. His mortal body may be gone, but his spirit lives on in each and every one of us.”
Applause broke out.
Eugene smiled. Saint Dane smiled.
“Even now, Ravinians from Second Earth have been sent to Denduron to aid the Bedoowans in their battle against the Lowsee. Military strategists have arrived on Zadaa to help the Rokador plan an insurgency against the powerful yet primitive Batu. The island of Ibara will soon be under siege. Right here at home, the dramatic events that occurred not far from this spot have cemented our power. The people of Second Earth fall into two camps. They either embrace our philosophy, or they fear us and will be marginalized. We are at the forefront of a new world. A new Halla. That is the legacy of Alexander Naymeer. We must not fail him.”
The crowd cheered. The promises were all coming true. Their cult of excellence had taken hold and would grow, even without Naymeer.
Eugene held up his hand to quiet the enthusiastic crowd.
“Naymeer foresaw all of this. He anticipated many things, including his own demise. He knew his body would not live forever. That is why he had the foresight to groom an heir to take his place.”
The crowd once again gasped in dismay. Eugene pressed on, not wanting the momentum to slow.
“As great as our ship is, we must have direction. Guidance. Experience. We must have youth. There is an individual whom
Alexander Naymeer has tutored in the ways of Halla. Together they traveled to other territories, learning of the customs and idiosyncrasies that make up many different worlds. They have broken bread with leaders from all territories, forging alliances and laying the groundwork for the common good we all so desperately want. This is the person Naymeer put his trust in. This is the person who will guide us. This is the face of a new Second Earth. A new Halla. Fellow Ravinians, I present to you…our future.”
A spotlight flashed into the flume. Standing there, wearing the dark red robe that was once worn by Alexander Naymeer, was Nevva Winter.
The crowd didn’t know how to react. There were confused murmurings rather than cheers. Gasps rather than applause. It didn’t bother Nevva. She looked to Eugene.
To Saint Dane.
He gave her a reassuring nod.
Nevva raised her arms as if to embrace the conclave. In an assured voice she announced, “This is not about me. This is not about any one of us. This is about us all. We are the elite. We are the strong. We are the enlightened. We are Ravinia!”
She held up her right hand-the hand with her ring. Light blasted from the stone, activating the flume. The tunnel sparkled, turning instantly to crystal. As Nevva stepped aside, light grew from within, coming forward like a ball of charged energy.
The crowd watched in awe.
The light drew right to the mouth of the flume and formed an image. It was the face of Alexander Naymeer.
People fainted. They fell to their knees. Some cried. Others simply stood in awe, holding their hands out, trying to touch the ghostly image. Naymeer had gone from leader, to legend… to god.
“My friends,” the disembodied image bellowed with a voice that echoed eerily through the conclave building. “The first territory of Halla is now under your control. You alone will decide its future. Do not mourn my passing. Embrace my spirit. Through Nevva, I will be there for you. I will be there for you all. This is not an end, but a glorious beginning. For you. For Halla. For Ravinia.”
The image of Naymeer erupted with light, turning into a three-dimensional star. Nobody flinched. They stood staring, as if the light were the very essence of Naymeer that was sent to embrace them.
Nevva looked to Eugene.
“This is it, isn’t it?” she said. “After all this time. It’s finally over.”
“It is over,” Saint Dane replied with confidence. “And now we can begin.”
