Star Rebellion

by Alicia Howell

  Just after Arctic passed the fountain he looked back at us. “And try not to get killed before the meeting is over. Also, most people will think Alvair is a demon, just a fair warning.” He gave us a faint smile before continuing on to the palace.

  I looked over at my friends and cracked a huge grin. “Who wants to go have story time over a nice cup of demonic blood?”

  Firestar shrugged, but cracked a grin. “You wouldn't believe some of the people we met. If you thought Star Rebellion was mental, well. Terrorists are worse.” Darkstar smirked and Ice shook his head. Things were back to normal, I had my friends with me again.

  I looked up at Vladimir and perked an eyebrow. He shook his head and turned his back to us, taking a few steps before looking over his shoulder. “I have things to do. If Arctic asks for me, tell him that I’ll try to be back to the fountain by two.” Vlad walked off to the shadows without another word, even when I called after him.

  His silence wasn’t going to stop me. “Vladimir!” I shouted again and started running after him. I could hear Firestar mutter some joke about me and I figured I’d clout him on the head later.

  I caught up with Vlad before he had gone more than twenty paces. I put a hand on his shoulder, but Vlad automatically shrugged it off. “Leave me alone, Waterstar.”

  I took a step back. My fists were clenched at my sides and I could feel my teeth grinding. “What happened?” I said, my voice much quieter than I had thought it would be.

  “Why do you think something’s happened?” He still wasn’t turning to face me.

  “You’re different. Something had to have happened, you aren’t acting like before.”

  “Like what, Water? How did I act before?” Vladimir finally turned, his face completely shadowed as he looked down at me. I didn’t realize just how tall he was compared to my five foot five until now.

  I shifted my eyes away. “I don’t know. Before I thought… I thought we might’ve been good together.” Maybe I had just been imagining that. Maybe I had been the only one that had felt that way. A thousand different paranoid thoughts raced through my mind, taunting me.

  “You are human. You will die long before I even look thirty. Waterstar, why in the name of the Seven Hells would I be with you? What happened in the Underworld was nothing; I was just playing with you. Now leave me alone, I have things to do.” Vladimir turned his back on me again and I felt something raging within me.

  “Liar,” I whispered. “Liar! You’re lying Vladimir, I know it. I KNOW IT!” With my last shout I ran from him, but not toward my friends either. That had taken a dramatic turn, and I wasn’t a fan of drama.

  I ran toward the Palace, thinking I’d get so lost in there, no one could find me until I wanted to be found. At least, Rebellion members wouldn’t be able to. As I ran past my friends, I could hear them shouting after me, asking me what happened, where I was going. Firestar was the loudest; I think he was yelling at Vlad. I didn’t blame him.

  I pushed the doors open once more and as I took a sharp turn, the left this time, the polished floors slipped beneath my shoes and I vaulted forward, my knees landing heavily on the floor.

  I could feel the throbbing pain in both of my knees, but I didn’t move. I sat there, staring at the earth-toned floor, wondering why I was so upset.

  Yea, I had thought for some unknown reason that Vladimir and I would be together after the war. I had thought that maybe there was something behind that uncanny stare of his, or the smile he would sometimes grace upon me.

  He was right, though. What would an immortal demon king want with some random chick who belonged to a semi-accomplished rebellion?

  Soon Firestar was in the hall. I could hear his pounding feet as he approached the doors, and he nearly ran me over before he realized I was just sitting there. “Waterstar?” Fire hesitantly asked as he knelt in front of me.

  I kept on staring at the floor, acting as if I hadn’t noticed his presence. I don’t know why I was acting like such an idiot right now. I didn’t want to talk to anyone, didn’t want them to talk to me. Something inside me had snapped over the silliest thing.

  “Waterstar, say something.” Firestar placed a hand under my chin and lift my face so I had to look at him. Gently, with his other hand Fire wiped away tears I hadn’t known existed.

  “I’m being stupid,” I whispered as Dark and Ice entered the hall.

  “You trusted someone who didn’t deserve it.”

  “I decided I liked someone after knowing him for a few hours.” I cracked a smile afterwards as I realized something. “I was acting like those prissy idiots who chase after every guy with a face.”

  Firestar also cracked a smile. “If you start liking the color pink, we’ll know the world has ended.”

  I nodded my head and let him help me up off of the ground. Darkstar pulled me into a hug and Ice patted me on the back, the closest he really came to showing emotion. “The guy's an ass,” Ice said softly. I looked up at him and though his face looked as stoic as usual, his eyes seemed to hold a cold anger.

  “Well, it’s story time now. Seriously, I want to know what happened in Russia.” Icestar held out a hand and I took it. He pulled me up from the ground and I slung an arm over Dark and Fire’s shoulders. I pushed them back out the door and toward the fountain; Vladimir was nowhere in sight, something I was thankful for.

  I dropped down to the ground and laid on my back, staring up at the stars. They were completely different than the ones back in Calsh, and I had a disorienting experience as I realized that if I got lost here, I wouldn’t be able to figure out which direction was which.

  Firestar lounged next to me, one arm slung over his knee, while Darkstar leaned his back against the fountain’s rim as he sat on the cobblestones. Icestar stayed standing, keeping an eye on the entrances to the plaza. He was starting to learn the tensions of a field agent, it seemed. Alvair appeared out of a shadow and Ice flinched. The Direwolf ignored all of us as he dropped down to the cobblestones and closed his eyes, though I doubted he was sleeping.

  Before we started the lovely story time, I looked over at Dark. “By the way, do Calshians have, like, you know, super strength and stuff? Like are be more evolved than those people here?”

  Darkstar looked up at the stars, gathering his thoughts. “Minimally. There is a difference, and as a whole, Calshians are faster and stronger than those on Earth, purely due to the conditions of Calsh. We have had to evolve to handle some of the things that the world has. However, people on Earth can still be stronger than us if they have trained and we didn't. Therefore, the difference between us is not so significant to make us superior. Those of us who have powers though, do have an advantage over both worlds.”

  ARCTIC

  The Vatican had provided a large room with more than enough seats for all of the world powers, Arctic noted as he observed the room. He took the seat farthest from the door and at the head of the table, as he had become accustomed to doing in Calsh.

  He wasn’t waiting long for everyone to show up. Moscow and Beijing were first for the obvious reasons, and to no one’s surprise, Washington was the last. He grumbled moodily as Foreststar led him into the room, but didn’t outright say anything to anyone.

  Ares was sitting to his right and Arctic glanced at him before rising. What little conversation was going on halted immediately as the young commander took his stand. He placed his hands firmly on the table and eyed each of the men in the eye.

  “I have called everyone here to discuss what has happened with the demons. I thank you all for taking time out of what must be tiring circumstances.”

  “You bet your britches it has been tiring! Demons plaguing the Earth, because your men couldn’t do things properly.” Mister London glared at him, arms already folded.

  Arctic nodded slightly at the man. “Yes, indeed it is a fault from the Rebellion, but we have tried to make amends as best as possible. I believe I have mentioned the Divine before, albeit briefly. It is where what we call
angels dwell, one of which is our very own Mister Vatican.” Arctic wasn’t going to reveal that his true name was Ares. It had always been the norm to call each other by capitols here, and he wasn’t going to break tradition. Really, he just didn’t feel like it would be wise to tell them who exactly the angel was.

  “Please hold your peace until I am done.” Arctic raised a hand in warning at Mister Washington as he went to also stand. The man glared at the Rebellion commander, but stayed seated. “Mister Vatican, along with the new king of the Underworld, whom is an ally to us, have traveled to the Divine to seek help from the angels. Even as we speak, there are multitudes of these winged men soaring across both worlds, granting a blessing to man, woman, and child alike. For seven days and seven nights we will have their strength, their speed, and their ability to combat hell, but for only that time. We must unite our forces and strategize together to defeat our common enemy, and we cannot afford to let quarrels come between us.” Arctic eyed Beijing and Moscow, who were sitting next to one another. Neither seemed to be paying much attention, merely staring at the table. Beijing’s brow was scrunched up as if in deep thought.

  Arctic looked down the table once more, holding each man’s gaze. “We are humanity. We know how to prosper in times of difficulty. The demons shall not overcome us. Now you may ask questions.”

  Washington stood first. “If this Underworld king is an ally, then why can’t he just call the demons back to Hell?”

  Arctic nodded his head. “According to Vladimir, for that is his name, his father had released him as his heir, so the demons scattered after Lucifer’s death. If we can rally them all back into the Underworld, Vladimir feels that he can take his claim over them, like he was supposed to in the beginning.”

  Washington sat, but London took his place. “What exactly is this Divine? And why aren’t the angels helping more than this?”

  “The Divine is just another world, stacked similarly to us as Calsh and Earth are. It is not heaven, we do not go there once we die, if I understand what Mister Vatican has told me. The angels offer only this much help because they feel that this is not a war for their race.”

  “And yet they leave one of their own here?” London pressed on.

  “Mister Vatican is here of his own free will, not because the angels wished to leave him here. He decided that he did not agree with their perspective of how this war should be fought, so he stayed to help.”

  Ares nodded his head to support what Arctic was saying. London eyed the pair of them before sitting.

  Another man stood. He had black hair and slanted eyes, along with the chestnut skin that was common to the Pacific Asians. Mister Seoul, Arctic thought to himself.

  “And what of the supposed attack from Ru- from Mister Moscow?” He eyed the man in question diligently. Seoul had taken a seat directly across from Moscow, placing him next to Ares.

  “Nothing of it. Mister Moscow has came to see reason and will not be attacking anyone without consent. And thank you for bringing up the question of Russia, Mister Seoul.” Arctic dipped his head to the man and he sat down, looking appeased. Arctic then shifted his gaze over to Moscow, who was still staring at the table as if he had heard nothing that had just transpired.

  “Mister Moscow, I have a proposition for you.”

  Arctic waited for the man’s response, but it never came. Instead, after a few moments of everyone looking over at the Russian, with the exclusion of Beijing who was still looking puzzled about something, Moscow’s head dropped to the table with a dull thud. Everyone stared at him for a moment more before the shouts erupted.

  Arctic struggled to make him heard over everyone, and men from all of the world power’s guards came rushing into the room at the sudden clamor. They only added more confusion to the fray.

  Arctic finally managed to get his point across that they needed a medic. One finally appeared, someone who looked as Italian as Mister Rome, and checked the breathing of Moscow. He pulled back the Russian’s eyelids and pressed a stethoscope against the man’s chest when he didn’t feel air coming from the mouth.

  The man looked up at Arctic and shook his head. The man was dead, as suddenly as if by magic.

  “What is the cau-” Arctic had started to say to the medic when another thud echoed into the near silent room.

  The medic spun around and looked in surprise at Beijing, the most recent to fall. He performed the same check, but this time to complete silence. No one spoke out about the collapse. All was deathly still.

  The medic shook his head again. Two world powers, dead in almost an instant of each other.

  “The cause?” Arctic said, hoping that someone else didn’t collapse again.

  The Italian man shrugged. “Without an autopsy, I couldn’t tell you. My best bet would be poison.”

  “But how? No drinks were served!” This was Washington, who early had been complaining about that fact.

  The medic shrugged again. “There aren’t any wounds to the eye. Unless one of you know magic, then my bet is with poison.”

  Everyone uncomfortably looked at each other, until finally the eyes came to rest on Arctic. Washington took the lead, voicing what everyone had probably been thinking. “It was him. Him and those delinquents of his!”

  Ares finally rose from his seat between Arctic and Seoul. “And what proof do you have?”

  “They had been with these two all day, the ones who collapsed. It can’t be a coincidence.”

  Ares rolled his eyes and with exaggerated patience, replied with, “And there was the time of an hour between when they had seen the leaders last before now. Anything could have happened in that hour, or even before they had left their countries. We don’t know what type of poison it was or how it worked, if poison is what it truly is.”

  Washington bristled a moment before he came up with another argument. “Of course you would take his side! You aren’t even human, so you don’t owe to allegiance to any here. You could be working to your own motives. Why should we trust you either?”

  “Mister Washington, come to your sense man,” London said, resting a hand on Washington’s arm. The American leader shook off the Englishman’s grip.

  “No! I swear, it is this man’s fault that one of the largest enterprise countries is leaderless, along with our main source of vodka!”

  “Washington, that isn’t important right now! The vodka, I mean.” Berlin was standing now, smacking a fist against the table. “I agree, there are shifty circumstances around their death, but we cannot afford to go to war with Calsh at the moment.” The woman turned to look at Arctic. “Commander, I think it may be a wise decision to take your men and go back to Calsh for now. At least until the demon invasion is completed, then we can properly investigate the occurrence here. I do not believe it was you, but others are not of the same opinion.” Everyone looked at Washington. “But until the war is done and over, I believe it may be better for you not to be on Earth, nor any Calshians.”

  Arctic looked around, trying to find help within any of the Earthen world powers. None came to his assistance.

  “I understand. My team and I will depart at once, but I am warning you, we will not be coming back to help after this. We have our own planet to look after.” Ares followed Arctic as he made his way past the dead bodies and through the door.

  DARKSTAR

  We had all gone through our stories, interrogated each other multiple times, joked about Icestar being a valiant savior, and stocked back up on weapons from some army trucks by the time that Arctic and Ares came out. Water had been bouncing a grenade from foot to foot like a soccer player would with a ball. For the first few bounces, we had all eyed her carefully, keeping well away from the possible explosion area, but after a time we started to trust her ability.

  Forest and Snowstar had come out about half an hour earlier. They too were distressed about Waterstar’s attempt to alleviate boredom. But hey, it’s Waterstar, what exactly could we do to stop her?

  Arctic and Ar
es were slow about walking over to us, and even though they held their backs straight and heads high, I could sense something bad about what had happened inside. Partially because no one else was leaving the building.

  “To the portals. Where is Vladimir?” Arctic said as he approached us.

  “Here.” As if by magic, Vladimir appeared out of some shadows and I had to wonder how long he had been standing there. Alvair flicked an ear from his position next to me.

  Arctic nodded once and hustled everyone in the direction of the portals, reprimanding Waterstar about her grenade stunts. We were herded like sheep until the portals were insight and I asked, “Sir, what’s the rush?”

  “Problems arose inside, now keep moving. I will explain once we are back on Calsh.”

  I looked around us, checking for eavesdroppers but couldn’t see any. What had managed to get Arctic so worked up?

  Arctic unlocked the doors and made sure everyone was inside before entering the chamber himself. The portals here didn’t look much different than the ones back on Calsh, except there were only two gates, and the room was much smaller.

  In the same messy hand writing as the portal chamber in Calsh the words “Divine” and “Calsh” were written on the ground. There was a metal door covering the glass of the Divine portal, along with a massive keyhole. I guess not just anyone could use that one.

  “Alright, this will be interesting getting the seven us through in one go, but we can manage. Everyone, link hands.” As we followed to do as Arctic instructed, I ended up holding Fire and Water’s hands. Everyone was surprisingly quiet, something that rarely occurred around Waterstar.

  As a group, we all moved toward the Calsh portal, and I braced myself for the odd sensation that was about to follow. I had decided I did not enjoy travel by portal.

  Epilogue

  FIRESTAR

  “That isn’t fair!” I shouted, thumping the table in front of me with a fist. Only Waterstar’s hand on my arm had kept me from leaping up out of my seat.