Pendragon - Book # 9 - The March Across Halla (Update 7)

Alright, this is what I envision Book #9 to be about. Tell me what you all think, and most importantly, do not read below unless you have read #8.
And with that, hobey-ho, let's go!

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Journal #33

Ibara

Uh-oh.

How many times have I said that before? Uh-oh. It’s a phrase that only welcomes in trouble. I’ve never heard the word “uh-oh” come and something good follow.

Well, uh-oh’s what I’ve been saying a lot of lately.

Mark, Courtney, the war for Halla is not over. I know I said it was, but it’s not. The truth is, I was played. From the beginning. Saint Dane has been influencing me all along. Even when he’s lost a territory, he meant to do it for his greater plan. On Ibara, things got really out of hand. I had become so certain that if Saint Dane broke the rules, so could we. Because of that, I was driven to the territories of Denduron, Zadaa, Quillan, and Veelox, and forced to take materials from there to win the battle against the dados. After what I’ve seen so far, it was wrong.

Way wrong.

By taking the materials, I altered the course of the territory’s natural destiny. Not just that, when I took them away from the other territories, I altered their destinies too. If there’s one thing I’ve learned, for the billionth time, the territories should not be mixed. Uncle Press’s philosophy still holds true, and if we don’t start obeying it, then Saint Dane will have won.

This is going to be painful for me to write all of this down, guys, but I gotta. I’ve told the truth so far. It would be wrong to stop now. I don’t know if I’ll ever see you guys again, but I hope you know that I love you. You’ve both done so much to help the Travelers’ cause. I’ll never be able to repay you for that. But read now, and learn the horrifying truth of how I initiated the Convergance.

And so we go.

The land of Ibara was in ruins. Rayne had been completely devastated, all of the homes wiped off the village’s surface. Many of the men had been killed by the dado army that swept through just weeks before. Not all of the smoke had cleared yet, leaving a haze over the land.

I marched down the hill with Genj, Moman, and Drea, the other members of the tribunal. We were going to make an address to the public. On the verge of all this disaster, I realized that Ibara may be saved still. Perhaps the turning point on this territory didn’t decide the future, but only influenced it. The possibility was shocking, but I had to keep that glimmer of hope alive.

The fact was, Veelox had been lost. Saint Dane had persuaded the people to spend their lives in the ultimate fantasy. Aja Killian, the Traveler from there, worked tirelessly to undo the damage, but the people were addicted. It wasn’t long before reality fell apart. With no one to take care of it, nature took over. Water and gloid were scarce. Plumbing pipes burst, along with water lines. The buildings began to decay.

Aja saw it all coming. She devised the plans for Ibara, a small military island some ways away from Rubic City. Her and forty others planned on making an escape there, vowing to never let technology rules over them again.

The Flighters, the merciless bandits that scavenged to make ends-meet, felt that they should stay behind. They fought for whatever they needed, and weren’t afraid to kill for it. The truth was, these were scared people who were just struggling to survive as Lifelight, the virtual-reality computer that caused the whole mess, collapsed.

Several days before the colony for Ibara would set out, the Flighters assinated Aja. She never made it to the place she worked so hard for. She was desperate with the hope that this plan would defeat Saint Dane and save her doomed territory.

And the truth was, it would have worked. The colony set out and escaped, where they set up a semi-modern civilization. For three hundred years, it grew and prospered, with the hope that they would grow to enough that they could one day return to Rubic City and start anew.

Before the pilgrim ships could set out, though, Saint Dane sent the Flighters to destroy them. The people of Rayne never saw it coming. The ships hadn’t even touched the bottom before their attackers were gone, sailing back for their doomed civilization.

Every nightmare I had ever had of our loss on Quillan came flooding back at that moment. The people there had lost hope just when they had won. Their spirits were crushed. I was afraid Ibara was going to be the same.

And that’s what I hoped to prevent today. I wanted to address the crowd of the surviving people, willing them to never lose hope. I hoped I could get through. Maybe my Traveler power of persuasion would help, but I couldn’t count on it. I had never been too good at that.

As I approached the crowd with the other tribunal members, everyone before me cheered. It was a massive roar, something a million times stronger than anything I had ever heard from these people since our victory. I smiled and waved like a doofus as I stepped up to the podium and adjusted the microphone. The other members of the tribunal took their seats behind me.

“People of Veelox,” I said. “Grim times are upon us.”

Nice going, Bobby. Way to lift some spirits.

“However, it is the nature of reality for good to follow the bad. The Flighters may have sank our ships and taken some of our loved ones, but the fight is not over. The fight is only dead when the last person’s hope fails.

“Building is so much better than destroying. Several weeks ago, a lot was destroyed. It is my hope that we take the time to rebuild. The pilgrimage will come in due time. Hope can never be destroyed as long as we have the ability to rise from the ashes of defeat. In that way, we have won.”

I was about to step away from the podium, but instead, I turned back and added, “This is the way it was meant to be.”

It was nothing big or flashy, but the crowd thought otherwise. I walked off the stage, silence descending on the audience. My heart skipped a beat. Had I succeeded? Did they understand what I meant? That was answered in one second.

Someone in the audience clapped.

It was soft and gentle, but for how quiet they were, it sounded like an atomic bomb. I gazed across the crowd to see who my bold supporter was. My eyes fell upon a girl about my age in the front row. She had been sitting on the right side, but now stood as she clapped for me. My spirits rose so quickly I couldn’t contain a smile. It was my best friend, Telleo, who was clapping for me.

For a few grueling seconds, that was all I heard. Her claps and silence. Then another person stood and began to clap. One by one, they audience arose from their seats and gave me a standing ovation like you’ve never seen. I realized why. I had given them the one thing that was more precious than their lives: hope. Saint Dane defined it as something that only exists when you think it does. It’s fragile, and it’s not easy to regain once crushed. It hurts the worst when its destroyed just when you think you’ve won.

Saint Dane. I wondered if the demon Traveler was in the crowd right now, listening to the applause in my honor. I sure as heck hoped so. I wanted to see the smug grin of victory fall right off his face. I wanted to watch him witness his own failure.

Suddenly, I felt afraid. This was the first territory Saint Dane lost on that he would get to see his own defeat. That I knew of. You never knew where he might turn up, after all. As you guys know, he’s the evil Traveler that monkeys with the way things were meant to be with the hope he’ll one day rule Halla. Now that I’ve destroyed the flume, that can never happen.

But what if he could annihilate Ibara? I mentioned before that I wasn’t sure if the turning point was the final decision on this territory. Right now, it was still looking kind of balanced. What if trapping him here was a huge mistake? Could Saint Dane possibly turn the tables and send Ibara reeling into chaos? Would that be enough to conquer Halla? The answer would come in time.

I took my seat as the rest of the tribunal members made their speech. I didn’t really listen. I was too busy trying not to piss myself by worrying about Saint Dane. Thankfully, Telleo snuck up behind the stage and crept toward my chair. This was good. It gave me a quick relief from my awful fears.

“That was great,” she said. “How’d you know what to say?”

I shrugged. “It just came to me.”

“I’m glad it did. It restored my hopes, too.” Telleo cast a glance of awe across the landscape. We were on a hill just before the beginning of the woods that lead to Tribunal Mountain. The sun was just barely cresting the horizon, sending out waves of orange-gold light. A tinge of pink filled the sky as a mild wind whipped through the air.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“So do you really think we have a chance to rebuild?” Telleo asked.

“Of course,” I said. “That possibility will be there until the last person’s hope falls.”

Again, I wondered about Saint Dane. What was he doing right and now? And what about Nevva? Had she been trapped here, too?

Genj approached me and said, above the sudden eruption of clapping, “Let’s return home.”

I said a quick good-bye to Telleo, then set out with my fellow tribunal members. Protected by four guards armed with the wooden club weapons I told you about, we climbed the mountain. The last of the sun was peeking over the hilly horizon when we reached the palace above.

Suddenly, I felt a small tug on my hand. I snapped a look down to see what it was. What I saw made me catch my breath.

My ring was activating. It was an event I had always been on the other end of and never experienced for myself. Quickly, I dove into the bushes. One of the ten symbols etched around the ring, which looked like a pyramid, glowed as the stone in the center transformed into crystal. I placed the piece of jewelry on the ground as it began to expand, light and music pouring out of the black hole within.

The spectacle must have only lasted a few seconds, but it felt like a lifetime. The light grew so bright I had to shield my eyes. Only when I heard the music stop did I dare look down.

Sitting on the ground next to the ring was a single envelope. It was gray and looked professional. On it, I saw a line of text that read, “To Pendragon.” The words were digitally, and oddly enough, I saw that they were blurred, as if water had dripped on them. I briefly wondered if the note was from Cloral, but acolytes couldn’t send messages, and Spader was trapped on Eelong.

I turned around as I heard someone step on a branch behind me.

“Pendragon, what was that all about?”

It was Drea. Her eyes were wide in shock. They looked at me expectantly, waiting for an answer. I shrugged.

“I thought I heard something.”

Lame excuse, I know, but I had a brainlock. I couldn’t exactly tell her that the ring on my finger had come alive and delivered a note to me because it was a miniflume. No way.

I snatched up the letter and jammed it in the pocket of my Ibara clothes, which were pretty Second Earth-ish. I was in jeans and a T-shirt. All the other tribunal members wore ceremonial robes, but I insisted on wearing these clothes.

I walked past the confused woman without making eye contact. That was good. Eye contact usually revealed secrets, which I didn’t want to share with her. All my secrets were tucked away in my pocket. At least, that’s what I thought when I slipped on my ring.

I suddenly felt another tug. Not again! I couldn’t believe this. Why was I suddenly so popular? The answer would have to wait. Avoiding the questioning glares of Genj and Moman, I ran around the side of the mansion and took off my ring once more as it spewed light and sound. I had barely even placed it on the ground before it began to expand. This time, a symbol that looked like three circles lit up. Within seconds, the familiar procedure was over. I opened my eyes. A scroll of parchment paper lie at my feet. I jammed that in my pocket, too. I was curious as to what this was all about, but that would have to wait until I escaped the rest of the tribunal and arrived at my room.

I ran back to the group, only to discover nobody cared about me anymore. An out-of-breath messenger ran up to Genj, nodded his head in a quick bow, then yelled out one word I never expected to hear.

“Flighters!”

Those notes would have to wait a little longer.

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great start

keep the updates coming

Bump...I'm graduating tonight, so if I have time before, I'll post the update

Okay, here's an update. Nothing too big or great, but eh, whatever. Read on about the attack of the Flighters on the barely-surviving colony of Ibara.
Hobey ho!

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Journal #33
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Ibara

We were under attack.

The Flighters had returned. And so soon? We had just recovered from the assault with the dados. How’d these guys regroup from their failed assault so fast? It didn’t matter, because right then, nobody cared.

Genj’s face flooded with fear. He cast a troubled glance at the other members of the tribunal, who shrugged helplessly. I didn’t blame them. His gaze finally came to rest on me, probing my expression for an idea.

“Pendragon, surely you must have an idea?” he said. His voice was cracking.

I had one. It was simple.

“We fight back.”

“Well, of course!” Genj snapped. “But how? What is our strategy?”

I gave this some serious thought. What could we do? We had a small army that wasn’t too well equipped. I glanced down at the landscape full of rolling hills that hadn’t been there when I had first arrived. I thought back to every history class I had on every war I could think of. Suddenly, an idea hit me.

“I’ve got an idea,” I said.

The three looked at me expectantly. I continued.

“See that hill right there?” I asked as I pointed to it. It sat right before the village, directly in the path of the oncoming army of Flighters. They nodded. “Assemble what troops we have at the bottom of that hill. Tell them to load their bows and wait for the Flighters to come down. Fire as soon as they emerge from the top.”

Genj’s eyes widened in recognition. “I get what you’re saying! They won’t see us until we’ve already shot them dead!”

“Exactly!” I said. “Hopefully, this will work.”

“And if it doesn’t?” asked Moman.

I stared right at her and said, “Then be prepared to die.”

I heard them gulp nervously. An eerie silence suffused the air.

Genj suddenly snapped a look at the runner. The poor boy flinched in shock.

“What’re you waiting for? Go!”

The boy nodded nervously, then took off down the hill.

What we did for the next half hour was watch and wait. That was it. We all stood stock still, hoping for the best and expecting the worst. We watched as the messenger vanished beneath the canopy of trees, then reappeared several minutes later on the other side. He disappeared into the village, hurrying to tell someone of our orders.

Soon afterwards, our pitiful army had assembled at the base of the hill, bows loaded with arrows and pointed at the sky. The Flighters were nearly upon them. I crossed my fingers and prayed for the best.

An arrow whizzed out of the bow and embedded itself in a Flighter’s head. I tore my gaze away. I couldn’t watch this carnage. I buried my face in my arms and listened as the arrows whistled toward their marks. Even from that distance, I heard the cries of pain and buzzes of flying arrows. I wanted to cry, but knew I had to be strong.

After about fifteen minutes of shooting, the sounds of the archer’s stopped. I peered over my elbow to see an awful sight. A wave of Flighters was cascading over the hillside, reduced to about fifty men. My plan had worked! Still, the fight wasn’t over. Our army was barely bigger, maybe by twenty-five soldiers. Worse, they weren’t well trained.

“We’re going to lose!” cried Drea.

“No,” I whispered certainly. “No. We’ve survived too much to fall now.”

Silence followed my words. Nobody dared to speak. Finally, Genj asked, “What is your idea, Pendragon?” His voice was shaking.

“Gather all the men that can fight, not just those who are enlisted. Everyone. We’ll need them all.”
“What is our new strategy?”

I stared at Genj. I could only guess my eyes were shining with solemnity and tears.

“There is none. We fight. We win, or we lose.”

Genj stood there, unblinking, refusing to believe what I said.
Finally, he nodded and said, “I shall send one of our security guards to tell them.”

“Don’t bother,” I said.

“Then how shall they know?”

“I’ll go tell them myself. We need all the men we can get. I’ll be fighting with them.”

Everyone’s expressions were drenched in shock.

“You can’t! You’re a member of the tribunal!” cried Moman.

“I’ve got no choice,” I shot back. “We need experienced fighters. I am willing to be one of them.”

Experienced? Where did that come from? I had been fighting my own battles ever since Loor taught me at Mooraj on Zadaa, but a year didn’t exactly qualify as experience.

Before anyone could protest further, I took off into the forest.

All along the way, I listened to my heart beating in my chest. Somehow, I felt as though I had done something wrong. I did my best to push the thought away, but it kept coming back. Only when I arrived at the end of the woods did I manage to banish it. I sprinted into the village, knocking over scrambling people. Some stared at me in a stupor. Others bowed. I didn’t care. I needed to get to the head security guard, the same one that operated the guns when the dados arrived.

I found him standing at the base of the hill, with his men. They had just begun to clash swords against the Flighters. I was appalled at when I realized that before, they battled with wooden clubs. After their failed dado attack, they wanted blood. Revenge.

I raced up to the guard, who crisply saluted me.

“At ease,” I said. “Go into the town and gather all those who are able to fight. Everyone!”

The man stared at me nervously and shifted uncomfortably to his other foot. He bit his lip and said, “This is them, sir.”

I stood unmoving, though I was certain I had been shot through the head. This was it? This was everyone? I couldn’t be!

“Fine,” I said, regaining my cool. I looked up to the top of the hill, noticing that the Flighters had collected at the bottom. An idea hit me. “General, allocate twenty-five men, and have them sneak through the forest route to the top of the hill. Make sure they are unseen. Join them. Once you are there, sneak up behind the enemy…and crush them,” I said, trying to contain the anger in my voice.

“Sir, yes, sir!” he said, and began shouting orders.

I wriggled through the warriors to the front line. I was bumped all over the place. Looking around, I saw that on the ground lie an abandoned sword. I scooped it up and charged forward, screaming like a crazed mad man. I wanted to look like a maniac, because, well, I was maniac. I swung the blade at a charging Flighter, but it only grazed his shirt of worn fabric. I grimaced. I hadn’t realized – these were real people! Killing them would be like going to any other territory and shooting at someone. I dropped the sword and found one of the wooden clubs. Much better.

A sword fell toward me. I dodged, then countered with a blow to the ribs. The owner staggered backward, gasping for air. I spun, then lashed out at his head. It collided with a thump, then he fell to the ground, out like a light.

Another Flighter flew in at me. I blocked his strike with my club, faked a shot to the head, then drove it into his neck. He didn’t even scream before he fell backwards against the hill, pegged by my club. I kneed him in the gut and dropped him to the ground. He was down there with his buddy now.

I noticed our numbers were smaller. That either meant that
my sneak-attack party had escaped to the woods and was on its way, or that we had been massacred. I really hoped it was the first.

Two Flighters approached me. One swung at my head, the other at my feet. My adrenaline spiked. Two attackers? I wasn’t sure how to handle that. I leaped over the first sword, knowing I’d lose my head on the second. There was nothing I could do. I closed my eyes, bit my lip, and prepared for the pain.

Suddenly, one of Rayne’s soldiers dive-tackled the Flighter that swung at my head, taking with him his blow. I didn’t miss a beat. I spun and nailed the other one across the head. He sank to the ground, unconscious. I turned to see that the other guy had taken care of my attacker.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Anything for a tribunal member,” he replied.

He took off into the battle, searching for another foe.

I glanced around, and I couldn’t see the other soldiers in the woods. Where were they? Had they run off? Been intercepted? There was no way to tell.

The answers came soon enough. The small troop rained down from the skies and attacker the enemy. What I can only describe it as was a massacre. Swords drawn, they swung and swiped and lashed and thrust. Their best weapon was surprise. Almost every Flighter died before they knew they had been injured. The small amount that foresaw their death could do nothing to stop it. It was over. We had won.

Just when I thought it was over, when all had grown still, five dots of red appeared on the horizon. They grew closer quickly. Not a single person there wasn’t watching them. Once they were large enough to be identified, I gasped in horror. No one else did. Everyone else was confused. I wasn’t. This was from Second Earth. Saint Dane had given the Flighters something else.

He had given them hot air balloons.

But that was only one of the things that disturbed me. The other was that attached to the bottom, were big, nasty-looking guns. That’s right. Second Earth again. I blinked to be sure I wasn’t insane. When I was sure that what I was seeing was real, I turned and yelled, “Archers, shoot them out of the sky!”

There was a slight shuffle. The leader of the troop locked eyes with me and said softly, “We’re out of arrows.”

Only then did the horrific truth of what I had done wrong dawn on me. I had taken an idea from Second Earth and used it as a strategy. It didn’t belong here. Because of that, we had no arrows, and these flying guns would wipe out the entire village.

Death now had wings.

Bump...critique and replies would be nice

GREAT STORY!
UPDATE!
and as for the critique part......... im not very good at that

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wow you must be an exact copy of DJ. if you published this story, i would have believed it was from him.

after reading this story, i found no suggestments (did i spell that right?) what-so-ever! great job and contiue as soon as possible.

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This is Gunny.

Thanks, guys. I tried to make it as much like DJ's style as possible. You have no clue how much your posts increase my desire to write this. I have the next update written, and the events in it are quite dramatic. It reveals much of the plot that is yet to come. However, being that it is currently 1:00 in my time zone, if I post it now, it won't get much publicity (which it wasn't getting before, so I really can't afford that). I will post it some time tomorrow, more than likely between 12:00 and 1:00 pm, Eastern Time Zone. But until then...

Bump

It's time for an update. I think this will satisfy you guys, as it foreshadows the rest of the plot, which is quite adventurous as the series is winding down. Remember, if you have not read books 1 through 8 and don't want the story spoiled, then don't read on.
So, in the last update, Bobby had realized yet again, for what was the final time, that mixing the territories was wrong. Ibara was about to be destroyed by flying guns, and there were no arrows left to destroy the balloon. He still had the two mysteries letters from the other territories in his pocket. And, now, he will learn the truth behind his actions and much of Saint Dane's plan.
Hobey-ho!

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Journal #33
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Ibara

The hot air balloons drifted closer, carrying with them doom. I couldn’t watch this. I absolutely couldn’t. It was all my fault. We could have won against the Flighters without my strategy, and we’d still have arrows.

Then I felt a sudden rush of fear. I had become confident that breaking the rules was again justified by the end results. That was why I brought the items from four other territories and used them in the all-out war against the dados. It seemed like the right choice at the time. But I must have been out of it and fueled by my anger at the destruction of the pilgrim ships. My anger at Saint Dane. Aja even said that I was different. I was angry with her, too, for saying that, but now, after seeing what I was seeing, I agreed.

I was also beginning to question whether destroying the flume was a good idea. Some Traveler instinct told me that was also a no-no. Why couldn’t that have kicked in when I blew up the freakin’ tak?
I wanted to run for the hills and find shelter in a cave or something, but that would have only made things worse. This was my fault, so I should have stayed to pay the price…no matter how steep. Plus, these people would need me to keep order in their final moments.

Suddenly, I saw a beam of light coming from below me. My ring had activated! For the third-freakin’ time! What was up? There had to be some explanation for all of these letters, and I doubted it was fan-mail.

I stole into the woods, ducked behind a tree, and set my flashing ring on the ground. The stone in the center grew warm and translucent, the light and sound shot from the black void where my finger once was, and a symbol that looked like a two-headed monster glowed. In a second, the light intensified and blinded me. I covered my eyes, and almost before my arm even reached my face, everything stopped. I looked down. Sitting on ground was a scroll of yellowed parchment paper, just like the one that the second delivery had brought. What all of this meant, I had no clue, but I didn’t like it.

And I didn’t have time to deal with it then, either. Shoving the letter into my jean pockets, I dashed back to the battlefield that was about to become a graveyard.

That was when a huge boom rocked me off my feet. I glanced up at the sky. It was eclipsed by a sheet of red. How big were those things? It seemed impossible. It seemed undoable. After all I’d seen and experienced, the unbelievable and common alike, this may have been the most impossible thing yet. I couldn’t believe it. Saint Dane was going to win Ibara, and I suddenly felt certain that it would crumble the walls of Halla to rubble. He would have won after all.

I stood back up and returned to the battleground. There, I saw a sight so incredible, I nearly peed myself. The hill we had used in our strategy was no more. Gone. Just like that. Poof. All that was left was a giant scar of dirt bent downward into a smoking crater. Bits of metal and dirt had been scattered across the battlefield. Did I say bits? I meant asteroids. These things were massive!

Thankfully, though, I was the last of the army escape to the village. They wouldn’t survive there for long, but it was better than nothing.

I stood there, in the wide open, waiting to die. Just like before, I wasn’t afraid. Saint Dane said that Travelers are illusions. I’m beginning to think that we can’t die, but our mortal bodies can be killed. Does that make sense? Whatever. Bottom line is, we Travelers have spectacular powers to defy death. I’m also beginning to think that we’re not fully part of Halla. Sure, we play a certain role in the way things were meant to be, but we have the ability to affect change in Halla. We can alter the destiny of a territory. Like me and Patrick. When the Earth territories went dado-crazy, he and I remembered the old Earth, because we’re Travelers. Everything I didn’t understand on Denduron was beginning to fall into the light.

All of that flashed through my head as I stood in that clearing. I wanted to spread my arms wide and cry out, “C’mon, gimme your best shot!” But that would have been dumb. True, waiting to die might not have been much better, but I felt obligated to pay the price for my actions. I screwed up, so I would take the punishment. I did the one thing that I had done since my first moment on Denduron: I closed my eyes.

There was a huge boom. It was bone-jarring and rattled around my insides. I felt no pain. I was falling. As I went down, I realized this was exactly how Loor described dying when she came back from the dead. It was true. We were illusions.

And then the pain suddenly came, but it was only in my butt. Yeah, you guessed it. The explosion rocked me off my feet. But why wasn’t I dead? I opened my eyes…and smiled like I can’t even begin to describe.

The guns at the edge of the harbor had risen from below the water. Last time I saw them, they were empty after annihilating a huge portion of the dado army. Now they were reloaded and fired almost two football fields and hit one of the balloons. Fire ate it and ripped it apart. It spiraled down and crashed into the dirt. That was the boom I heard.

But that was only one. There were four more that still needed destroyed.

I turned and bolted back into the woods. There was no sense in dying (or whatever you wanna call it) if I didn’t have to. I was too slow. One of the balloons fired at me. Pumping my legs as hard as I could, I flew out of the path of the gun.

You know that game that you play on a trampoline called Popcorn? The one where one person lays down and the other jumps to pop them into the air? I remember we played that at your house one time, Mark. It was great to send each other flying.

Well, that was what was happening here, times about a thousand, only it wasn’t so great anymore. The missile hit about five meters away from me, throwing me at least ten feet into the air. Behind me, it tore up the ground with an earsplitting boom. I didn’t have time to register it since I was falling through the air. And this time, there would be no trampoline below to catch me.

Almost a foot from the ground, I tucked into a roll and carried my momentum horizontal so that the shock when I hit the ground wouldn’t be too bad. There was a sharp pain in my shoulder, but thankfully, no real damage, and no nasty cracking noises. Those weren’t good.

There were two more booms. I looked back to see the fiery balls that were once hot air balloons crash to the ground. Only two more.
I turned my gaze to the harbor to see that four other cannons had risen from the water. They were all aimed at the last two. They got it the worst. A huge boom, this one huger than any before, tore through the air. It was almost as loud as when Siry and I blew up the dados with the crate of tak.

The balloons only made it to the ground in fragments. Later, soldiers would check the debris for any survivors, but they found none.

Ibara was safe. Saint Dane hadn’t won…yet. Even though my plan had worked, I knew that what I had done was wrong. I knew destroying the flume was wrong. A lot of things came to mind, but one thought beat all the others.

I was on the wrong territory.

When I returned to the village, everyone hailed me as “the
hero of the battle of booms.” That was awkward for so many reasons. One was that I barely did anything. Two was that they weren’t booms, but I didn’t expect these guys to know that.

Genj, Moman, and Drea ran up to me, accompanied by security guards that looked nervous. I didn’t blame them. I was too. Also, the target of a bomb threat wasn’t exactly an ideal location for royalty…or anyone, for that matter.

Moman’s eyes were filled with tears and wonder. “Pendragon, that was incredible!” she said. “Your plan worked!”

I wanted to smile proudly, but I wasn’t proud of what I had done. I needed somewhere to be alone to work through this, and read those letters.

Telleo suddenly came bounding up behind the rest of the tribunal. “Pendragon, that was amazing!” She, too, looked truly bewildered. She ran up to me and threw her arms around my chest.

“You saved us all,” she whispered in my ear.

Don’t be so sure about that.

I didn’t say anything in response, but Telleo leaned in closer and kissed me on the cheek. I smiled at her. I liked her. She was a nice girl. But now was definitely not the time for me to start crushing on a pretty Ibarian girl.

“Telleo, may I use your house for a while? I need to be alone for a bit.”

She smiled and nodded a yes. I broke off into a brisk stride, headed for her hut. I called a thank-you over my shoulder. In minutes, I arrived there. I sat down at her kitchen table, reached into my pockets, and pulled out the three packages. I set them in a line on the table and stared at them. The two parchment rolls and the envelope with water marks that smudged my ink-printed name. I figured I should go in order, so I broke the seal and pulled out…

A silver disk with the dimensions of a credit card. Huh? What was this? Then I remembered. This was what I had recorded my journals from Veelox on. This was a message from Aja Killian.

I scanned the device for the green button that would make it play. Once I had found it, I pointed it at the wall and pressed it. Instantly, a holographic image of Aja appeared before me. She was in a green phader’s jumpsuit, and her short blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail. Perched on her nose were her yellow tinted glasses, and below it sat her confident smile. I hadn’t seen that since we lost her territory. Now it reached her eyes.

Dear Pendragon,
I have been visited by both Alder and Siry, the Travelers from Denduron and Ibara. I am glad to hear the news they brought—the dado army was destroyed, and Ibara is safe. My only regret is to hear that you have stranded yourself on the territory with Saint Dane. I hoped to receive the news of the victory from you. I hoped to see you one last time before I was assassinated. Maybe that’s not the way it was meant to be.

Before you left for Eelong, which seems like centuries ago, I told you that I wanted another chance Saint Dane. I got it—and I won. At least, for now. Keep the territory safe until it can get back on its feet. For what you have done, I can never repay you. Pendragon, I am proud to call you my lead Traveler.

As for Alder and Siry, they have returned to Denduron. There they will aid the process with the Milago and the Bedoowan. Now that Saint Dane is gone for good, I know in my heart they will succeed.
Once their work is done there, they plan to return to Quillan and try to mend the damage. Being that it has no future territory, the only way they can save it is to go and try and change what is happening, to what is meant to happen. Again, since Saint Dane is gone, I know they will do so.

I’m really moved, Pendragon. You were willing to spend the rest of your life on Ibara, a foreign territory, for the good of Halla. From what Siry tells me, you were also ready to die for it. I’m ecstatic that you would do so much just to keep my territory alive. It means more to me than you could ever know. You may notice that the envelope I sent this message in to you has water marks on it. That’s because my tears have fallen the ink. But for the first time in a long time, they are tears of joy. I will die in peace when I am assassinated, knowing that my territory is safe. I can only hope it becomes as great a home for you as possible, even though I know it could never replace Second Earth.

Thank you so much. I bid you farewell. I must continue my work on the colony on which you stand, so that this brighter future will come to be a reality.
Until next time,
Aja Killian

That was it. Aja’s image vanished, leaving only the wall. To be honest, I was on the verge of crying, too. All that I had done, right or wrong, may have been worth it. It was a great moment.

Then I remembered the other two letters. I couldn’t tell which parchment paper was which, so I opened the one on the left, expecting only good news.

It was nothing of the sort.

Dear Pendragon,
Trouble has arisen on Zadaa. A dygo has been stolen and used to cut through the rock, into the cavern that holds the flume. The Rokador, although they now live above ground, come down to check the machinery, and so they discovered it. They have sent several troops down inside. They never returned. I have shared information with the acolyte, Dodger, of First Earth, who tells me that something called a “dado” emerged from the tunnel and attacked you there. I fear what might be happening there. Worse is the fact that I have also learned you are trapped on Ibara, with the hope you may have trapped Saint Dane there. After what I have observed thus far, I am not quite sure of that.

Even worse, the tension between the Batu and the Rokador is heating up again. The Rokador believe that the missing exploration teams were caused by the Batu. Being that their number is so small after the virus, they are still near extinction. They fear, and fear brings with it desperation, which brings hostility. I can only hope things get better.

I do not know if the dygo was hijacked by a Rokador, a Batu, Saint Dane, or another Traveler. I do not care. All I wish for is that my territory is made safe. I hope that will come to happen as it had once before.

Please remain safe. If there is a slight chance that Saint Dane has escaped your trap, find out. If he could escape, certainly, then, so could you.

I wish you the best. If you do not manage to free yourself, write me a reply soon.

With love,
Loor

That was it. I wanted to cry again, but for a different reason this time. Could it be? Could Saint Dane really have escaped Ibara? The possibility was relieving and horrifying at the same time.

I glanced nervously at the third letter. I didn’t want to read this one after the note from Loor. No way. But I had to. I needed to know.

I untied the twine that held the pages in a cylinder, unfurled them, and read once more.

Dear Pendragon,
Writing to you is Alder of Denduron, bringing nothing but bad news. We may have won on Ibara, but we certainly didn’t win the war. Once Siry and I arrived on Denduron, we heard strange noises coming from the depths of the flumes. They were faint marching noises. Loor has sent me a letter explaining the crisis on Zadaa, and it gives me the horrifying question: Are dados arriving on Denduron, too? There is no way to tell just yet. Whatever was making those noises, it has not yet arrived.

There is another troubling thought that I have. Large sums of tak are missing from inside the mines we dug with the dygo. I entered once to explore it, and I saw footprints. Once I had ventured so far into the tunnel, I saw something sticking out of the wall. It was a dado-killing rod. It could not have gotten here on its own. That gets me thinking. None of the other Travelers would have brought it, and even if they had, they wouldn’t have placed it in the tunnel. It must be Saint Dane. He is here, Pendragon. He has escaped. If dados are marching through the flumes, then he is supplying them with tak. Denduron may be on the verge of another disaster. You must find the way out, too. From what you had told me when you first arrived back on Denduron a few weeks ago, these dados have come from Third Earth. I believe that is Saint Dane’s target. Do not come to Zadaa or Denduron. We shall be fine here; do not despair. Escape Ibara, and go to Third Earth. Stop the dados from ever existing. Find the turning point and save the territory. This is Saint Dane’s second shot at your home, as well as mine and Loor’s. Siry may arrive to aid you if I choose to send him. I will decide in time.

Until then, my friend, be safe.

Your friend,
Alder

I was physically unable to move. What Alder said threw me over the edge. What I had done was wrong. All of it, from destroying the flume, to bringing the other items. Any trace of doubt I had before was now gone. It was clear now more than ever that I had made a mistake, which sparked the first of my “uh-ohs.”

I was on the wrong territory, and I planned to do something about it.

Not bad... its sorta what I was planning for mine.. Shocked

Wow. This is very, very well-written. And extremely interesting. I can't wait for your next update!

As far as critiques, the only thing I can say is to watch the characterization and how different characters speak. You've got it pretty well down, but every once in a while, something slips a little. Other than that, I really can't think of anything.

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Thanks, guys. Your comment are always important to me. It tells me I'm doing things right, and if I'm not, it gives you a chance to slap me upside the head. I'm especially pleased with Hideko's reply, since I was on the site about a year ago under a different user name, and I remember how popular "The Promise" was before the deletion epidemic swept through and killed it. So if I've written something that pleases a good writer, then I must be doing pretty well. (Not that everyone who else that commented isn't; Hideko's just the only one I recognize who's posted.)

I'll probably update sometime tomorrow. Can't say for sure. It's kinda funny - I graduated last Thursday, and I was looking forward to summer to slow things down. So far, nothing's changed. Oh well.

Until next time...
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Update time. I have to go get ready for some stupid picnic, but I wanted to get thus up before I left.

Bobby had just read the terrifying letters from Veelox, Zadaa, and Denduron, and made the decision to go to Third Earth. How? He's wasn't sure.

But he is now.

And so we go.

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Journal #33
(continued)

Ibara

My decision was made. If I didn’t get to Third Earth, Saint Dane would have won Halla. You guys now understand what I meant when at the beginning of this journal that I was played. Saint Dane said that Denduron would be the first domino. He may have lost there, but it still was, as I’m beginning to understand. It wasn’t a sequence of losses for him, it was a special path of events that lead to the fall of all the territories. When I first started out, it seemed as if it was a game of whoever could win more. I’m not thinking that way anymore. It’s about stopping Saint Dane’s conquest of Halla. Conquest. That’s a good word for it. Or Convergance. That’s another one.

I know, I’m not making much sense now. Let’s just say, if I can’t stop the dados from coming to exist, the battle will be majorly turned. Saint Dane will have won. The war over Halla has come down to the turning point of Third Earth.

What I mean when I say that will come in time. I'd like to end on a final note of my discoveries before I return to my adventure on Ibara. It’s a repeat of what I said earlier. Saint Dane has never missed a beat. He’s never lost control. Nothing’s ever surprised him. Even when it looked like it, he acted. From the explosion of the tak mine on Denduron, the escape of the haulers from the doomed Faar, the crash of the Hindenburg, the destruction of the Reality Bug, the collapse of the flume on Eelong, the battle for survival between me and him below the sands of Xhaxhu, my victory in the Grand X, and the mixing of the territories here on Ibara and the destruction of the flume. He knew it all. That’s why he thinks he’s won. Uncle Press told me so long ago that he’ll only lose when he thinks that way. I believe it. That’s the way it was meant to be.

And so we go.

Sitting there in Telleo’s hut, I made the decision to escape Ibara. I wanted to save the territory. I really did. But I realized that no matter how much strategy I gave these guys, if the Flighters continued coming, Ibara would fall anyway. I couldn’t let the survival of one territory risk the fate of all of Halla. If the opportunity came to save a territory by mixing them again, I’d let it go. That’s how important this was.

I returned Aja’s message to the envelope and retied the notes from Alder and Loor into their rolls. I placed them all in my pocket, then strode out.

I couldn’t imagine what I looked like. All the color had left my face. I could tell that when I walked up to the tribunal and Telleo, who hadn’t moved an inch from where they were standing. They all looked at me worriedly.

“Pendragon, are you alright?” Drea asked.

How could I answer that? I couldn’t tell her that another dimension was in trouble because I helped save their world. That wasn’t an option.

“I’m shaken,” I finally said. “And not for the reasons you think.”

That was sort of the truth. Here was the hard part.

“Guys, I respect you all so much, and thank you for honoring me by providing me with hospitality and then even further by offering to let me join the tribunal. But I must leave now. I need to make journey to a far-away place. I don’t know if I’ll ever be back, but it has been an honor being here.”

All three’s eyes opened in surprise. Telleo just gazed nervously at me. There was silence.

“Fine,” Genj said. “But how will we survive without you?” His eyes were pleading with me.

“Trust me, even if I were to stay, you wouldn’t survive for much longer. Why don’t you all just hide out in an underground cave somewhere for a while so that they Flighters can’t find you?”

Genj considered this for a moment. “Very well. You are right. But before we withdraw into hiding, tell me, is there anyway we may aid you, my friend?”

I thought about this. Could they help me? The only way to escape Ibara was by way of flume. I wasn’t sure how I could get off…

Until I remembered that this was the future of Veelox. There was a flume in Rubic City. I would have to go back. It was the only way.

“Yes, actually,” I said. “Do you happen to have a fishing boat I may use?”

“Of course,” Genj said. His eyes narrowed in suspicion. “Why?”

“Let’s just say, I’m going to do some digging.”

For the next few days, I hung out with the Jakills in their forest clearing. I had asked Twig to help me sail out to Rubic City. She was more than happy to. But she warned me that as soon as I left the ship, she would sail off. I guess she was still kinda spooked from when the Flighters nabbed her on the last trip. The tribunal made preparations to go into hiding, which were basically gathering supplies and being ready to cover their tracks. Thankfully, there were no attacks at that time. Heck, hopefully there wouldn’t be ANY attacks. I couldn’t despair over it. It wasn’t about just Ibara. I had to remember that.

About a week later, the entire village gathered on the docks, along with the tribunal, to bid me good bye. I smiled and waved to them all, wanting to cry. But I didn’t want to look like an idiot. No, I had done that far too many times already.

Before I boarded, I approached Telleo and gave her a hug. “Thank you for everything,” I said. “I hope I see you again some day.”

“As do I, Pendragon,” she said. “I believe you will.”

Having already said my good-byes to the tribunal, I walked across the plank of wood that slanted upward from the dock to the deck of the boat. Once onboard, I leaned over the railing and waved a final time and yelled, “I hope to see you all again someday!”
They cheered for me. I really loved this place and didn’t want to leave, but I knew it had to be done. Saint Dane was loose on Third Earth, ready to cause the downfall of Halla. I could never let that happen.
Twig stood at the wheel and while I set up the sails. It was tough work, but she walked me through it.

“How long will it take us to reach Rubic City?” I asked.

“Not long,” she said. “A day, if the wind is with us.”

“Good,” I said. The sooner I left, the better.

In a few moments, we set off. I heard the cheers of the crowd growing quieter in the distance. Soon, they would be underground, hoping they would survive the Flighters. I would have guessed there were about two hundred of them left. Not a lot. Still, I wished them the best.

While I was onboard, I spent a lot of time writing this journal to you guys. Other times, I studied a map of Rubic City that I had been given by Aja when I was last on Veelox, or I leaned over the deck of the boat and listened to the gentle waves push against the haul. Sometimes I chatted with Twig. The wind was against us, so I guess it must have taken about two days to reach the doomed capital of an ancient Veelox.

There was one other thing I made a point to do. I knew the flume in Rubic City was covered by the rubble of a collapsed building. I needed some way to excavate it quickly and escape the Flighters. So I wrote a note to the one person who could help me escape.

Dear Loor,
I am sorry to hear of what happened on Zadaa. I am the one who took the dygo. For that, I am sorry. However, I believe there is a way to undo all of the damage, and it lies on Third Earth. Since the flume here on Ibara is destroyed, I can’t get out that way. I have an idea. I’m not sure if you are aware of this, but Ibara is three hundred years in the future of Veelox. The flume there is still activated, but it is buried beneath a huge amount of rubble. For me to escape, you need to flume here and use a dygo to drill out as quick as you can. I’ll try to stay nearby, but the place is overrun with vicious killers called “Flighters.” So if you see someone running away from a scraggly gang of cold-blooded killers, looking like an idiot, you’ll know that’s me. Be ready to flume the heck back out of here.

I hope you can do this for me. It’s my only chance of escape. Not to put the pressure on you, but without your help, I’ll die. I have no other means of escape. The Flighters will kill me if you do not come.

Please be safe in doing this, if you choose to help. I know you will. You’ve never let me down before, Loor. I can’t see you starting now.

Sincerely,
Bobby Pendragon

I read over the letter a few times before sending it. A thought occurred to me. I reached into my bag that I had brought with me and pulled out the letter from Loor. I unfurled the pages and scrolled down to the bottom. It read, “Love, Loor.” It wasn’t like her to say something like that. Loor was the bad-*ss warrior type who had a soft side, but kept it so tightly under wrap that she rarely showed any affection. I would have realized that she had done so then, but I had been too busy pissing myself because of the other news in that letter. Can you blame me?

I flipped over the pencil and erased the word “Sincerely,” flipped the pencil again, then wrote the word “Love” in its place. Hey, like I said, Loor wasn’t the emotional type. In the event that she showed it, it seemed only fitting I should do the same. I then removed my ring from my finger, touched the gray stone in the center, said “Zadaa,” and sent the note on its way.

A few hours later, a small speck of land appeared in the distance. I was sleeping at the time. Twig burst into cabin, yelling, “We’ve arrived!”

She left so I could get changed. In fifteen minutes, after dressing myself, brushing my teeth, and going to the bathroom, I climbed the stairs from my cabin below the deck to see her standing at the railing, the dawn sun blazing on her back. The air smelled salty, and the waves were crashing into the hull of the ship. Looking out at the ruins that were once Rubic City, I got a feeling of dread. Maybe it was because I knew there would be Flighters. Maybe it was because it was terribly quiet for a city. Or maybe because I knew that out there, somewhere, was Saint Dane, causing trouble I couldn’t even imagine. I didn’t know why I felt this way. I didn’t care.

We docked, and Twig hugged me before I left the boat.

“I hope you know what you’re doing,” she whispered in my ear.

I chuckled. “Yeah, so do I.”

With that, I stepped onto the rotten wood and carefully made my way over to the other end of the dock. Behind me, Twig had begun to leave. She really meant it. She wasn’t coming back for me. Gulp. I hoped that I wouldn’t need that ship to escape.

I decided earlier that my best hope of making it to the flume would be to run down the middle of the streets, so I would be able to see any Flighters before they reached me. I had done the same thing with Siry, and we had made it out. But only barely. I hoped Loor would make it on time. I didn’t doubt her. The flumes deposit the Travelers where they need to be, when they need to be there. I still didn’t understand how it worked, all with six billion other things, but that’s how it had worked out so far. Why would that change now?

It was desolately quiet. My every sense was on edge, scanning for any movement. There was none…yet. I flashed back to the image of the map. If I continued down this street, made a left turn, then turned right at the second turn, I would be on the street with the manhole that led to the flume.

I sprinted all the way down to the second turn, which lead me to the avenue that sat above the flume, and still nothing. I saw the debris from the decay building ahead, about two and a half football fields away. I charge down the road. It was going to work! I was going to make it.

Then all heck broke loose, and my life fell into danger.

Flighters crashed out through the windows of the abandoned buildings, sending a shower of glass sprinkling everywhere. They howled a cry of bloodlust that nearly froze my soul. I kept running. There was no sense in stopping there. Running with a frozen soul was better than having a body without one.

I sprinted down, only fifty yards away. The Flighters converged on me. No! I wasn’t going to make it. My pack was weighing me down, but it contained the three notes I had received, the map from Aja, the beginning of the journal, and some other supplies. I wouldn’t drop unless I absolutely had to.

There was only one chance. I had to fight like Loor told me. I didn’t have a weapon, but neither did these guys, so it was fair.

Not really.

I spun with my leg extended behind me, tripping at least seven of the bloodthirsty monsters. I leaped over them a dashed down the road. Only fifteen yards to go. There was hope. The other Flighters were coming toward me from all directions, dressed in their shabby rag clothes and grungy appearance. I pumped my legs harder. Not much farther! I would make it!

And I did. I made it all the way to the building and pressed my back against the wall of concrete so that no one could sneak up on me from behind. The Flighters continued on toward me, malice the only thing on their blank faces.

A few seconds passed. They continued toward me. No Loor. Had I made a mistake? By coming down this way, I had boxed myself in. If Loor didn’t arrive in time…good bye, Bobby Pendragon.

The mob was about five feet away from me now. This was it. Loor hadn’t come. I would have to fight my way through the crowd. I know, dumb plan, but it was all I had. My adrenaline spiked sky high. I thought that if I could run fast enough, I could make it back to the dock in time and signal for Twig. From there, I could—

I never got the chance to plan that far. There was a tremendous roar as the ground beneath the feet of the Flighters in front of me crumbled away. The sharp, hollow point of a drill emerged from beneath. Slowly, the entire silver ball with the window wrapped around the side followed it. The Flighters backed off in awe. They had never seen anything like this before in their lives. That was good. If they had realized there was no immediate danger, and they’d have come after me, and after that…lights out.

The ball made it to the surface and landed on its tread. The hatch on the side of the dygo opened. Everyone watched in stunned silence. No movement followed. We all stood there, tense, and then…

“Pendragon!” a voice called.

Loor poked her head out of the hatch and looked at me with her dark brown eyes. They went wide with shock when she saw the Flighters, but there was no fear.

“Hurry,” she said in her calm voice.

She was dressed in her dark, Batu armor. Man, she looked great. I was so happy to see her. I jumped inside and slammed the hatch closed behind me. Loor rotated the drill behind us for maximum visibility while I strapped myself in. The Flighters were no longer afraid. Now that they had recovered their senses, they attacked the dygo’s outer shell. I wasn’t afraid of that. No, these things were designed to withstand tons of pressure. A few raving maniacs wasn’t going to be enough to break through. What I was worried about was if they could damage the treads or the windows. That would be bad. I also wanted us to get out of here quickly. We had already mingled the territories enough. This couldn’t be helping any.

“There is much to discuss,” Loor said.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “But now’s not the time.”

“Correct. Let’s get out of here.”

Loor rotated the golf-cart sized dygo on its treads and angled us downward. We began to drive down through the tunnel she had just created. Flighters were still hanging off us, banging and screaming. Loor didn’t seem to notice. Her jaw was set as she focused on the controls. We descended down for two minutes, until we reached the flume cavern. Loor continued to drive.

“Are the vents open?” I said.

“Yes.”

I unbuckled myself, leaned back over the seat toward them, and was about to announce my destination, when I heard something odd.

Loor must have recognized the look on my face, because she said, “What is wrong, Pendragon?”

“I hear…footsteps,” I said.

“Do you think…?” Her voice trailed off.

“There’s a good chance.”

I thought for a moment, then said, “Well, let’s get this back where it belongs, first.” I turned to the vent and yelled, “Zadaa!”

Instantly, the flume came to life. The rocky walls of gray transformed into glorious crystal as the light emerged from the depths to carry us away. Accompanying it was the odd jumble of musical notes that came from inside. I heard the Flighters on the dygo fall off in awe. That was good. I didn’t want to take these goons with us. Their place was here.

Loor pressed the controls forward and brought us up to meet the light. In second, we were sailing through time and space, heading for her home.

I was back in the fight.

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Very well. I have the next two updates written, thankfully. So as long as you guys keep posting here, I'll keep updating.
So, I'll update at 5:30, Eastern Time Zone, when almost everyone is home from school.

Okay. 5:30.

Bump.

5:30 i cant wait that long oh well see you at 5:30

As I promised, the next update, although it is ten minutes late. Whatever. Here it is. Loor and Bobby had just began the journey to Zadaa. There was a working flume on Ibara. He had escaped. Now, the fight for Third Earth, and possibly the rest of Halla, was riding on this turning point.
Hobey-ho!

Journal #33
(continued)

Ibara

The flume.

It was a mystical tunnel of wonder and awe, the highway to the territories. I liked the flume. It was the one place I could relax in. There were no enemies. The only thing to be afraid of were the images that floated in space outside the transparent walls. When I first traveled to Ibara, I told you guys how there was almost no space left between the various pictures of the territories. The ghastly images drifted next to each other, but they never interacted.

Again, I had to ask myself if this was a sign of the Convergance? I guessed so, since Saint Dane was winning, and there were more images. They all floated in space together. These were the symbols of the territory. There were Lifelight pyramids from Veelox, dados, giant ships from Ibara, the amber cube radios of Eelong, the Hindenburg, Milago and Bedoowan from Denduron at work, a zhou beast of Zadaa, and so much more. It was incredible…and unnerving. This was sick. I couldn’t watch anymore.

“Perhaps you could explain to me what this means,” Loor said.

Oh, man. I had forgotten! Loor hadn’t used the flume since she returned from Veelox, and that was before the fall. She didn’t know what the images were, or even have a clue as to why they were there.

“I don’t really know myself,” I admitted. “But I do know this: Whatever it is, it’s not good.”

“I agree,” Loor said. “It does not feel good, either.”

We traveled the rest of the way in silence. Through the vents, I could hear the musical notes quickening, marking our arrival.

We landed in the flume cavern in Zadaa. The music faded away, only to be replaced by that same, distant sound of marching. This was bad. All across Halla, there were sounds coming from the flumes that shouldn’t be there. Loor and I exchanged a look. I opened the hatch, slid out of the dygo…and frozen with shock.

Loor landed next to me and saw why I was so terrified. I saw the tunnel I had cut through the rock on my last visit, but that wasn’t why I was there. It was Saangi. She stood there, tears rolling down her face. She threw herself at Loor and landed in her arms.

“It’s over!” she cried. “The Batu and the Rokador have gone to a war over suspicion!”

“What?!” I exclaimed.

“Tell me how this happened,” Loor said calmly.

Good old Loor. Always keeping cool.

Saangi sobbed, then managed, “More troops were sent in. None returned. The marching grew louder in the distance. In time, the Rokador waged an all out war on the Batu. Their numbers are greater than when you were last here, Pendragon, but they are still much too small to overcome the Batu. It is a slaughter. The only thing that’s keeping them alive is some strange weapon that goes “fum.”

Uh-oh.

I wanted to fall over. All was still. Loor and Saangi looked at me expectantly.

“What is it, Pendragon?” Loor asked.

“Fum,” I said in disbelief. I said it again. “Fum.”

“What does that mean?” Saangi asked.

I met her fearful gaze. Mine was probably just as bad. “There were weapons on Quillan that made that noise.”

I let them soak that in. Then I said, “Saint Dane has been here…again.”

As if on cue, we heard a hiss from the back of the cavern. We all swiveled around in time to see the hugest snake I had ever seen. It lashed out at Saangi. The girl flinched, rooted to the spot. Loor whipped out her wooden stave and batted it away. She swung and knocked it into the back wall of the cave. There was a nasty crunching noise as it hit and fell to the floor, dead. Yikes. Note to self: Don’t get on Loor’s bad side.

“I do not understand,” Loor said. “We saved this territory. Why are there quigs?”

“Because it’s back under the light,” I said. “Saint Dane is busy messing with the way things were meant to be all across Halla. I wouldn’t be surprised if he showed up on Cloral next. Right now, it seems to be the only safe place. That, and Eelong, but only because the flume there is collapsed.”

“Do not be so sure of that,” Loor said.

I blinked. “What do you mean?”

She said, “When you arrived at the flume, was it as you last saw it?”

Huh? Where was she going with this? “Well, yeah. A pile of dirt is a pile of dirt, Loor.”

“But it was undisturbed,” she shot back.

Only then did I get what she was saying. The truth was so horrifying, I couldn’t speak. My mouth went dry. Could it be? The flume was still covered when we arrived. How had I not realized that before?

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” I asked her.

“I am saying that there may be an alternate way to travel,” Loor said.

Oh. That was what I thought she was saying.

“That’s impossible!” I shouted, pacing. My voice echoed off the walls. “What if there was another flume?”

“I do not believe that is possible,” she said. “Think about it: Aja Killian was the last Traveler from Veelox. From what I have heard from Saangi who often speaks with her acolyte, Evangline, you told Aja she was to be assassinated. She never made it to Ibara. The only other flume would be on Rubic City, and another one being there is unlikely. Besides, she is far too busy to search for one.

“The only other one that could be activated would be on the island of Ibara, by their Travelers. However, they had the one there to find and activate when they journeyed there, the one you destroyed. They had no need to search for another one. The idea of there being another one so close, too, is unlikely.”

I considered this. “Your theory depends on a lot of maybes,” I said.

“True, but that is what the Traveler business is about.”

She was right. So maybe there was another way off the territory. That just opened a whole new door of opportunity.

“I do not like this,” Loor said.

“Yeah, no kidding,” I said.

Loor snapped me a look of anger. I backed off.

“Saangi, how could a war have broken out while I was gone? I wasn’t even gone for a sun!”

Saangi looked at her as if she had said that she had an elephant in her pocket. “You were gone for two weeks,” she said softly.

Loor’s eyes widened in shock. This was bad. Loor never looked shocked.

“Wait,” I said. “The flumes drop us off wherever we need to be, and at the right time. Why did you miss the start of the war?”

Loor said, “Perhaps because I was meant to arrive at this time.”

“I don’t get it,” I said.

“Maybe I would have been killed in the fighting. Maybe I could not have stopped it. I do not know. I think this is a sign. I no longer belong on Zadaa. I should go to Third Earth with you.”

“But what about Zadaa?” I said.

“There is no way I can help stop the war,” she said. “The best hope for my territory lies on Third Earth in stopping the dados. That way, the first troop will never vanish, and the war will never commence.”

“Okay,” I said. “But first, I want to go to Denduron and see what’s going on there.”

“What about me?” Saangi asked.

“I would very much like for you to come with us, Saangi,” Loor said. “But acolytes cannot use the flumes. You know that.”

I winced. I didn’t want to mention how the acolytes could travel if they were with a Traveler. We had done enough mixing the territories.

“Very well,” Saangi said. “I shall return home.”

“No,” I said. “Don’t.”

I couldn’t bear to let Saangi stay here. For all we knew, Zadaa was going down, and I didn’t want it to take her with it.

“I will take you to Denduron. Alder will care for you there.”

“Is that possible?” Loor asked.

“Yes,” I answered. “In fact, my acolytes are on First Earth right now.”

Saangi looked visibly relieved.

We all turned to face the flume. The steady marching noise persisted. I took a breath and was about to yelled Denduron, until I saw the worst thing possible.

A man appeared in the distance.

At first, I felt total relief. The troops were returning! The war would be over. Then, another man appeared. And another. And another. Soon, there were hundreds. More good news. As they drew closer, I noticed something. Uh-oh. Not-so-good news. I hate the word uh-oh.
Have I mentioned that?

“Excellent!” Loor said. “The troops are returning.”

I shook my head. She still didn’t get it.

“Look closer,” I said.

Loor stared, but didn’t see anything. “I do not understand, Pen—”

She stopped in mid-sentence. I could tell by the look of confusion on her face that she still didn’t fully understand, but she was about to.

“How can it be?” she asked. “How can they all look—”

“The same?” I asked. “Because they’re dados.”

Loor looked at them with curiosity. “I believe we can take them.”

“What? No!” I shouted. “They’re robots, Loor, robots! No one can take them. We need to get out of here.”

I didn’t give her a second to protest. I grabbed her with one arm, and Saangi with the other.

“Denduron!” I yelled.

The flume sparkled to life. The light in the distance grew and covered the dados. I felt the familiar tug and was pulled along for the ride.

And the flume didn’t collapse.

Several minutes later, our feet touched ground on Denduron.

“This is Alder’s home territory?” Saangi asked.

“Yes,” Loor said. “Let us go and find him.”

We walked out of the flume, and since there were no clothes

there, we didn’t change. We paced to the edge of the cave…and stopped short.

Below us, there was a series of explosions. And screams. And crying. We all looked to see the village ablaze. Dados stormed the village, flinging tak and taking lives. It was horrible. I cried.

“Alder…and Siry. Gone.”

It was then that I saw two figures appear at the bottom of the slope. Looking down, I thought I could recognize their faces. Still, I didn’t stop crying. Hundreds more wouldn’t be so lucky.

I jogged down the slope halfway to see them more clearly.

“Hey, you guys!” I yelled, waving.

When they looked up and saw me, they broke out into a fast run than before. Alder was hugging me in seconds.

“Pendragon! It is my worst fear!”

“I know, mine too.”

“We must escape,” Siry said. “To the flume!”

The three of us ran back up to see Loor and Saangi. Alder smiled. Siry flinched.

“Who are they?” he said with suspicion.

“They are the Traveler and acolyte from Zadaa.”

“We don’t have time for this. Pendragon, where to next?” Loor asked.

“Third Earth. Everyone’s fate is riding on the turning point of this territory. We’re going to need all the help we can get.”

Loor and Saangi went first. Alder followed. Siry and I went together, only because he wanted to speak to me.

“I am glad to see you, Pendragon,” he told me as he floated alongside me.

“Me too,” I said.

Siry fell quiet, then said, “Is my territory safe?”

How could I answer that? Not really. Nowhere was safe anymore.

“Barely,” was all I said.

In a second, we landed in the subway station on Third Earth, facing the other three.

“Now what?” Saangi said.

I didn’t answer. Instead, I walked over to the edge of the cavern and picked up the device used to call Patrick. I was alarmed when I picked it up to find it wasn’t the same as before. Then I remembered the changes Forge had made in history. You still hadn’t stopped it. All this time, I had been addressing this journal to both you and Mark, Courtney, but I can’t say if he’s really reading.

I pressed the touch pad as it came alive with a green glow and placed it back on the floor.

“He’s coming,” I said.

Just when I said this, the flume came to life. We all turned to meet our gaze with the new arrival. But there was something odd about this. The light didn’t appear at the far end of the tunnel, and the musical notes didn’t sound distant. Instead, it looked as if the Traveler had skipped to the part where they were to land. Another odd thing happened. A figure, silhouetted in light, fazed through the outer wall of the tunnel, where the stars and images were. It then stepped out into the cavern, and once the light sank into the flume, we saw who it was. I gasped.

Telleo.

“But how could you be here?” I said.

“Simple,” she said. With that, her body turned to liquid. Her shape disfigured itself and began to morph. I knew who it was. Saint Dane. He had tricked me, yet again. Had he ever really left Ibara? I didn’t know. I watched the eyes for their usual transformation to blue-white, but it never came. Instead, the hair changed to brown, as did the eyes.

Uh-oh.

I was really beginning to hate that word.

“Welcome back to Third Earth, Pendragon,” Nevva said. “I hoped you liked my little demonstration of the power of the Convergance. After all, it was you who made it possible.”

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Journal #33
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Third Earth

Loor, Alder, Siry, and Saangi had frozen in shock. I didn’t blame them. That’s what I wanted to do, too. But I couldn’t show her I was afraid.

“What do you mean by that?” I said.

“Pendragon, the flumes are no longer the only highways between the territories.”

I glanced back at Loor, as if to say, “You were right.”

I said, “And how do you do that?”

Nevva answered. I wished she hadn’t.

“The Convergence.”

“You and Saint Dane keep talking about that. What is it?”

Nevva smiled at me. It wasn’t the sinister smile I usually got
from Saint Dane. She walked over the cavern wall and absently swept her hand across the rock.

“The Convergence is everything and nothing at the same time.
It is a place and an event. It is the future and it is the past.”

Nice poem. Now what the he|| did it mean?

“Okay, that really cleared things up.”

“Then allow me to explain.”

The voice that spoke those words came from behind us. I spun on one heel and saw someone I had until recently thought to be in a different time and place.

The demon Traveler was in his true from, with red scars burning on his head. His blue-white eyes were filled with intensity. The larger, Asian-like suit covered his entire seven foot tall frame. Some knew him as a hero. Others knew him as a villain.

I knew him as Saint Dane.

“Nevva did such a marvelous job playing the part of Telleo, didn’t she? Her goal was to make you love Ibara. I had hoped you would remain there forever, but it no longer matters. The unified vision of Halla has no loose ends. It’s over, Pendragon.”

Man, I hated that creep.

“I believe we were talking about the Convergence,” I said with no emotion.

“Ah, yes,” Saint Dane said, amused. He chuckled and said, “Nevva described it very accurately. But, so you may better understand…”

Saint Dane walked toward the flume and beckoned for me to follow him. Yeah, right, like I would ever follow a maniac into a dark tunnel. Why not just dangle a piece of meat in front of a quig?

But I had to. What he revealed to me may decide the future of Third Earth, and even Halla. Hesitantly, I took step forward. He smiled coldly, then stepped down off the lip of the gate and into the inactive tunnel. I followed and stood next to him.

“You and I are going to be taking a little trip together. Nevva, make those four do not leave, and live. I want them to witness their territories fall.”

Saint Dane laughed a laugh so chilling, it shattered my soul. I wanted to cringe, but I fought it. Whatever “trip” we were going on, I had to go on it.

“Ibara!” he called out.

Instantly, the flume lit up. Oh, man! We were going to be traveling together? I wanted to bolt right there, but it was too late. The walls changed to glass as the music and light arrived. Beyond the tunnel were the images and stars.

“What’s this all about?” I said, trying to hide my fear.

“You asked what the Convergence was; here’s my answer. You may want to hold on.”

I didn’t understand what he meant until he transformed into a raven that was almost as big as I was. I’m serious. This thing was gi-freakin’-gantic. The bird ruffled its feathers impatiently. I was numb with fear, so I sat on its back and held on.

Saint Dane flapped its wings and jumped from the carpet of light. He crashed into the flume wall. It was an odd sensation. I felt the feeling of antigravity leave me. Now I was…weightless. I know, they’re kind of the same thing, but it was a definite different feeling.

Saint Dane morphed back into his original form and stood next to me. We were floating among the images outside the walls. I was in a horrified stupor. What did this all mean?

Finally, Saint Dane said, “I told you long ago that the walls between the territories are breaking down. Those are literal walls. The flumes. They separate the territories.”

Oh, man. I remember you guys telling me about the time he leaped out of the flume when you first learned you could travel. When his eyes burned. He had said, “I can see the walls are already beginning to crack,” and, “The force that once was, no longer is.” Now it suddenly made sense. He was observing the flume walls and the images that appeared beyond. The flumes were collapsing. They were the balance of Halla. I wondered briefly if destroying the gates on Ibara and Eelong had aided him even more.

“These images,” he continued, sweeping his arm in front of him, “are the Convergence.”

I did not like where this was going.

“Beyond it are the stars, Pendragon. This is space. Observe.” He turned to the images, which had taken on a whole new meaning. “Ibara!” he called once more.

This time, no flume activated. I looked behind me to see that the flume was no longer even there. Great. Trapped in space with a demon. Sounded like a bad horror movie.

Instead, the pictures clustered together into compact groups. I counted ten in all. Could it be? They were merely writhing blobs of white now, but I could only guess that each one was a group from a specific territory.

We were pulled toward one in the center. I flinched and tried to resist, but there was nothing to grab onto. Saint Dane transformed into a raven once more. I climbed on his back, fearing for my life.

Once we were inside, the white enveloped us. We sat that way for a while, until…

It vanished. We were in the stars again, but there were no images. Space! My skin was a ghastly white color. So was the bird I was riding. Without warning, we began to plummet downward. I grasped Saint Dane’s feathers as tightly as I could. We were slowly coming in on a ball of green and blue. It was Earth! But which one, was the question.

In several minutes, we landed somewhere I couldn’t believe – the top of the Lifelight pyramid. It was in shambles. I was back on Ibara.

I dismounted the bird, which transformed yet again.

“You see?” Saint Dane said with glee. “That, is the Convergence. It works both ways. Care for a demonstration?”

My skin regained its usual color. Good. I hated that. It was way too disturbing…not that the rest of this wasn’t.

“No,” I said.

“Very well, enjoy getting down on your own.”

Oh. Right.

“Fine. Take me back.”

Saint Dane smirked. “As you wish.”

He changed again, and I climbed back onboard. He flew upward, so high that I couldn’t imagine any other bird getting here. So far, it looked like this would only be useful to the bad guys. Figured.

When we were right about to break the first layer of the atmosphere, only the bird’s beak transformed. It yelled in a voice that was neither human (or whatever we Travelers were) or animal, “Third Earth,” and reverted to its form.

Suddenly, all the images came swirling back out of nothingness. Poof. Just call it magic. The crow zoomed into them, just as they gathered into their ten groups. We changed to our misty white once more and entered along with them, blending in perfectly. Once we had cleared it, we came crashing back into the flume on Third Earth. From there, the light carried us back into the cavern where I had left my friends.

Once the cave had fallen silent, Saint Dane transformed back to his usual self. I walked back to my friends, who had not moved an inch. Nevva stood with her hands on her hips, smiling arrogantly.

“Thank you so much for mingling the territories on many occasions, Pendragon,” Saint Dane said. “Until the fall of Ibara, traveling by way of the Convergence was not yet possible. In the end, you were the one who helped me escape. Bravo, my friend.”

I wanted to scream, but I couldn’t. At least, not yet. There would be plenty of time for that later. For now, I had to play along coolly. Besides, I needed to know something else.

“Wait…Ibara hasn’t fallen.”

“Ah, how young and naïve,” Saint Dane chuckled. “Dados have arrived on Zadaa, Denduron, and Ibara. They have overthrown the natives. I believe now I have won five of the territories. You, on the other hand, have but three, which will come crashing down in time.”

I almost fainted. Cloral, Eelong, and First Earth. That was it. Second Earth and Third Earth still hadn’t passed their first turning point. That would change very soon.

“That’s not fair!” Siry protested. “You’re creating your own turning points by crossing the territories!”

“And soon, all of Halla will benefit from it,” Saint Dane seethed. “Now, Nevva and I have some business to finish up with here on Third Earth.”

Both he and Nevva then jumped out into the subway and darted off.

“Now what?” Loor asked, stunned.

“Now we find Patrick,” I said.

I’m going to end this journal here, guys. I’m writing this journal from Patrick’s home on Third Earth, where the six of us are staying together. We’re going to do our best to I’m going to ask you to do a favor for me. More on that in a second.

The walls are crumbling. Mixing the territories even a little may destroy Halla. I don’t even think I’m going to wear my Second Earth boxers anymore. You really shouldn’t be on First Earth. You don’t belong there. But I’m afraid, I think you must.

The truth is, if we fail here, then you have to be sure to kill KEM Limited back on First Earth. I said no more mixing the territories for what we once thought was the greater good. Now, I’m certain this is the greater good. It’s to save all the territories, not just one. It’s about saving Halla that we’re mixing this time. That’s the favor I need from you.

Be safe. Please don’t get into trouble. Do all you can to stop Forge. With it lies the fate of Halla.

And so we go.

End of Journal #33

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Okay, here's the deal.

I'm going to give you this short update that briefly explains the situation with Mark and Courtney on First Earth. If I can, I'll try to get an update from Third Earth again by the end of the night. Why? The reason is simple...

I'm going to be on vacation for the next week, so I won't be able to update. So until I get back, could you guys do me a favor? Keep it bumped. I'd really appreciate it if I could return and find that it hadn't sunk to the edge of oblivion and was seconds away from being deleted. So if you guys could do that, I'd be very appreciative.

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First Earth

Mark threw the pages on the bed and began to pace. This was not good. Saint Dane was winning. Three of the territories he had thought to be saved forever had fallen into chaos. Was this Saint Dane’s plan all along? Had he purposely lost in order to win the ultimate battle? It made sense. Now even Eelong wasn’t truly safe, although it was disconnected from the rest of Halla. The Convergance made sure of that. This was it. They were winding down. If Bobby couldn’t eliminate the dados, Zadaa, Ibara, and Denduron were gone. Saint Dane would have won six of the territories. The Travelers would lose.

He had begun to read without Courtney or Dodger or his parents, because after what had happened on Ibara in journal number #32, he didn’t expect a 33rd. What he did expect was a note to catch up, explain how things were going and whatnot. Now, Bobby Pendragon had been launched across the universe again to battle against the ultimate evil for what may have been the final time.

He had been sitting in his cabin when the ring on his finger came to life. That was good. Usually, he was out in public and had to duck into a secret room while clamping his hand over his ring. Now he just placed it on the bed and watched as it grew.

Once the ring had made its delivery, Mark began to read. He was so fascinated and horrified that he didn’t have the heart to put down the journal. No way. Bobby’s latest adventure was going to bring the victory or demise of Halla. That’s not something you stop reading too easily.

Mark walked over to the phone and pressed it to his ear. He turned the dial and listened as the rasp disappeared and the ringer sang in his ear.

“Hello?”

“Courtney?”

“Mark, you dork, it’s three in morning!”

“Mail’s in,” was all he said, and dropped the phone on the receiver.

Half an hour later, Courtney, Dodger, and Mark’s parents were sitting on the bed, reading Bobby’s next journal. Mark had explained how he was too surprised to put it down, and Courtney, somewhat angrily, accepted that. After all, it was hard to resist learning of Bobby’s adventure.

They finished the pages just as five o’clock arrived. No one had the energy to debate over it. Sleepily, they all returned to bed. They would need their rest for tomorrow.

For that was the day the ship would dock in England, and they would stop KEM Limited. After what they had just read, it had become the most important matter. What they would do, none of them knew. Their best hope would be to reason with the company.

Just as his eyelids closed, just as his head stopped spinning, the ring on Mark’s finger twitched. Another journal! So soon? Then again, on Third Earth, it could have been four thousand years. Which, Mark thought, it had been.

A jolt of adrenaline sent him sprawling over the side of the mattress and on to the floor. Quickly, he placed the ring on the carpet and watched as it grew. From the other end came light and music, causing Mark to shield his eyes. In seconds, a roll of paper would be there, and…

It ended. Just as quickly as it had come, it ceased. Mark looked down to see a flat sheet of metal that was colored gray. He picked it up, sat on the bed, and pressed the button at the bottom.

“I didn’t want to send you guys the journal this way,” Bobby said as his face appeared on the screen. “I didn’t want to further promote the Convergence. But time’s running out, and this is a heck of a lot faster than writing it all down. I don’t know where to begin, except to tell you that we’ve found the turning point on Third Earth. The outcome will decide whether or not everything we know continues to exist…”

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