The Lost City of Faar tpa-2

by D. J. MacHale

  Yenza stayed at the controls. Spader acted as navigator. He had charts and plotted a course to Panger City. Uncle Press and I had nothing to do except worry. Would it be too late to recall all the fertilizer? How far had it spread? Had it already started a chain reaction that would infect all the crops of Cloral? Stranger still was the mystery of Faar. What was so important about this mythical city that the dying wish of Spader’s father was to tell his son about it? How did this all tie in with Saint Dane? Hopefully, all of these questions would be answered on Panger City.

  “This makes perfect sense,” said Uncle Press softly. He was looking out onto the water, thinking.

  “What does?” I asked. I wasn’t used to hearing that things were making sense.

  “The agronomers went too far,” he said thoughtfully. “Their intentions may have been noble, but they created a monster. It’s just the kind of thing that Saint Dane would take advantage of. He’ll do everything in his power to keep the poison spreading and turn Cloral upside down. This is the turning point. This is why we’re here.”

  “Then what about this lost city of Faar?” I asked.

  “I don’t know where it fits into this puzzle, but if Spader’s father was concerned, then I’m concerned too.”

  I looked up to the wheelhouse and saw that Spader was staring at the horizon. I wanted to know what was going through his mind. He was a great guy. A friend. But I was afraid his anger over the death of his father was going to get him into some serious trouble and make things worse for all of us. Hopefully his mother was safe. But then Spader would have the tough job of telling her that his father was dead. But as rough as this would be, what I really feared was that something might have already happened to his mother, like it happened to my family. If Spader lost his mother, then I was sure he’d go off the deep end.

  The trip took most of the day. I tried to get some sleep but my mind was racing with worry. I watched the sun as it traveled across the sky on its way to the ocean. Then, just as I was finally nodding off -

  “There!” shouted Yenza.

  I quickly climbed the ladder to the wheelhouse and looked forward to where she was pointing. I didn’t see it at first because it was only a gray speck on the horizon. But as we drew closer and the speck grew bigger, I saw it for what it was.

  Panger City.

  Even though we were flying over the water at an incredible speed, it must have taken us another two hours to get there. That’s how big this city habitat was. The closer we got, the larger the buildings grew. It soon became clear to me that this habitat was every bit as big as Grallion, but unlike Grallion, it was covered with buildings. It really was a city! I was staring at skyscrapers! Some of them must have been over forty stories high. This looked every bit like a big city from home, but cities at home weren’t floating on the ocean. It was incredible!

  As we got closer I saw more detail in the buildings. Like I told you before, there was no steel on Cloral. Everything was made from some kind of hard plastic compound. Rather than familiar building colors of gray concrete and silver steel, these buildings were white and light blue or green. But other than that they looked very much like office buildings at home.

  When we got inside the safety buoy and slowed down, I had to strain my neck back to look up at the huge buildings that towered over me. Only one thought came to mind: How can this thing possibly stay afloat?

  Yenza carefully drove our speeder into the dock area, which was very much like Grallion’s. Two aquaneers to guide us in and tie us up. They immediately stood at attention and saluted Yenza as she jumped off the boat.

  “We may be leaving at any time,” she said with authority.

  “Yes, sir!” responded both aquaneers professionally.

  Yenza then turned back to us and barked to Manoo and Nassi, “Where is the Agronomy Society?”

  Manoo scrambled over the rail of the boat, nearly fell in the water, but caught himself and stood up straight as if nothing were wrong. Nassi rolled her eyes and gracefully got off the boat.

  “We’ll take you there,” he said sharply.

  The little man waddled past Yenza and headed up the stairs toward the surface. The rest of us got off the boat and followed. I walked with Spader and asked, “When was the last time you were home?”

  He didn’t answer. He kept looking ahead and picked up the pace to get away from me. So much for small talk. Spader’s mind was somewhere else.

  When we arrived on the surface, we stepped out of a building and onto a scene that looked pretty much like any busy city street. The sidewalks were full of people hurrying to wherever they were hurrying; small vehicles traveled on the streets; and vendors sold food from wheeled carts. It was like being back in New York City, except everything looked more colorful, andwaycleaner.

  There was one other detail that made it very different from home. There were water canals that ran parallel to every street. They were around twenty feet across, which was about the same width as the streets, but that was plenty big enough for the many small water-powered boats that traveled quickly along, speeding people on their way. I’d never been to Venice, Italy, but from the pictures and movies I’d seen, this was kindof like that. One quick look around showed me that these canals crisscrossed the entire city habitat. Every so often there were footbridges that stood like half circles over the waterways so that boats could glide under them. At each bridge was a beautiful fountain that sent up sprays of water in various patterns. The fountains had no function except to look good.

  I have to say, Panger City was a beautiful place.

  But I didn’t have much time to hang out and appreciate it. When we all regrouped on the street, Spader didn’t stop. Without a word of explanation he kept walking toward one of the canals.

  “Spader!” called Yenza. “Spader, get back here. That is an order.”

  Spader wasn’t listening. I knew where he was going and nobody was going to stop him.

  Yenza was about to run after him, but Uncle Press stepped in front of her saying, “He’s going to see his mother.”

  This made Yenza soften for a moment, but just as quickly her hard look returned.

  “I understand, but that’s not why we’re here,” she said angrily. “He knows that.”

  “He does,” said Uncle Press calmly. “We’ll stay with him. It’s more important that you get to the Agronomy Society.”

  Yenza looked at Nassi and Manoo. Nassi was getting impatient. Manoo just looked like he wanted to pee.

  “We can’t waste any more time!” Manoo squealed.

  Yenza looked back to Uncle Press and said, “Let him talk to his mother, then bring him back to the speeder.”

  “Understood,” replied Uncle Press.

  Yenza definitely had a soft spot for Spader. I think he got away with a lot of things Yenza would never allow from her other aquaneers. On top of that, Spader had saved Grallion, with our help of course. So I guess he deserved a little slack.

  I saw that Spader had already jumped onto a skimmer and was powering it up.

  “Uhhh, Uncle Press,” I said. “We’re going to lose him.”

  “Go!” shouted Yenza.

  Uncle Press and I took off on a run toward the canal. It seemed as if all the skimmers were community property because people were getting on and off randomly and just leaving them, kind of like bicycles in China.

  Spader kicked his skimmer into gear and sped off. We were losing him.

  “Uncle Press!”

  “There! Got one,” he announced, pointing. He saw an empty skimmer and we both jumped on. Uncle Press quickly powered up, hit the throttle, and we were off.

  Luckily there was a speed limit on the canals. It was pretty crowded and to go too fast meant a guaranteed accident. Spader was already far ahead of us, but I could tell he was having trouble going as fast as he wanted to because it looked like rush hour had hit Panger City. Uncle Press maneuvered our skimmer around the slower traffic and only managed to tick off a few people by cuttin
g them off.

  We traveled quite a ways through the canyons of towering buildings. We couldn’t stop to appreciate the tour though; we had to keep up with Spader. Spader knew exactly where he was going and made several turns down different canals. I kept watching him and directed Uncle Press who was busy avoiding other skimmers.

  Finally Spader turned off into a narrow canal that ran between two smaller buildings. I saw where he dumped the skimmer and kept watching to see which building he was going toward. I had a strange sense of deja vu. This is exactly what happened when we followed Spader to his father’s apartment on Magorran. I could only hope that we wouldn’t find the same kind of horror here on Panger City.

  We landed our skimmer and quickly jumped off. When we ran up onto the street, Spader was standing there, waiting for us.

  “I just saw you,” he said, sounding a little embarrassed. “I didn’t know you were following me.”

  “Yeah, well, we’re sort of in this together whether you like it or not,” I said.

  “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’m glad you’re here. I’m a little…”

  He didn’t finish his sentence. I could tell he was afraid of what he might find.

  “It’s okay, Spader. We’re with you,” said Uncle Press.

  Spader nodded, then turned and led us into the apartment building where his mother lived. This place looked like any apartment building at home, except for the fact it was light yellow. It was five stories high with around ten apartments to a floor. Spader knew exactly where he was going. We climbed the stairs to the top floor and walked to the door on the far end of the corridor. That’s where Spader stopped, caught in the moment. Soon he would find what he came for, and I could tell that as much as he wanted to go inside, he was afraid to. He looked up to us. Uncle Press gave him an encouraging nod.

  Spader knocked on thedoor. “Hobey-ho!” he called happily.

  There was no answer. He knocked again.

  “Mum?”

  There was no sound of footsteps coming to the door. No one called from inside to ask who it was. I hoped that his mother was out shopping or taking a nap or visiting friends.

  Spader glanced at us again and tried the doorknob. It was open. His heart must have been racing because mine sure was. He then took a deep breath and stepped inside. Uncle Press and I followed him, stepping into his mother’s home.

  I have to tell you guys, I never thought I’d have this feeling evenoncein my life, but to go through it twice was, well, it wasn’t fair.

  The apartment was totally empty. Not a piece of furniture or picture or any other sign that anyone had ever lived there. It was just like the feeling I had when we all went back to 2 Linden Place in Stony Brook and I saw that my house was gone. Well, it wasn’t exactly as bad as that because what I saw back on Second Earth with you was that my own family had disappeared. I knew exactly what Spader was going through.

  He stood near the door, staring at the empty home, unbelieving. Uncle Press walked up to him, put a hand on his shoulder and softly said the magic words, “Try not to be sad. This is the way it was supposed to be.”

  Spader pulled away from him angrily.

  “How can that be?” he shouted. “Where is she?”

  “She’s not dead, Spader,” said Uncle Press. “You’re a Traveler now. That meant it was time for her to move on too.”

  Spader shot a look of total confusion to Uncle Press. I have to admit, I was still confused about this whole family-disappearance part of being a Traveler myself.

  “So then where is she?” I asked. “And while we’re at it, where’smyfamily?”

  Uncle Press looked uncomfortable. I think he knew exactly where they were, but for some reason he didn’t want to say.

  “Spader, I’ll tell you the same thing I told Bobby when he found out his own family was gone,” he said calmly. “You were always destined to become a Traveler. Your family was here to raise you and teach you and help you become the person you are today so that you could begin your journey. But they’ve begun a journey of their own now. Someday you’ll see them again, I promise.”

  “What about my father?” demanded Spader. “He didn’t go anywhere. He was killed!”

  “He was a Traveler,” answered Uncle Press. “He had other duties. I promise you both, as time goes on you will understand everything, but for right now, you must know that nothing horrible happened to your mother.”

  This was bringing up all sorts of old, horrible feelings in me. I was getting frustrated over not knowing all there was to know about being a Traveler. I could only imagine what Spader was feeling. This was still very new to him. We stood in the room for a few moments, then Spader suddenly ran farther into the apartment. We followed him as he ran through the empty home, into what was probably once a bedroom at one time.

  He stood in the middle of the room and said, “This was my room. I lived here from the time I was born until I left to become an aquaneer. I don’t believe that my entire childhood can be wiped away as if it never existed.”

  He went into a closet. “Pendragon, help me,” he said. I shrugged and followed.

  “Help me up?” he asked.

  D. J. MacHale

  The Lost City of Faar

  I clasped my hands together and held them out. Spader put his foot in and I hoisted him up.

  “I had a hiding place nobody knew about,” he said while running his hands along the wall over the closet door. “It is where I kept the things that were most important to me.”

  I felt bad for him. Spader was doing the same thing I did when I walked onto the empty lot at 2 Linden Place. I looked over every inch of that empty space, desperate for any sign that proved I had lived there. But there was nothing. Even the scar on the tree that had been made by our swing was gone. I knew that Spader’s secret hiding place would be empty.

  Over the closet door was a piece of wall that had been neatly cut out and replaced. Spader knew exactly where it was. He pulled away the piece and reached into the compartment. Of course it was empty. I could tell by the pained look on his face.

  But then, just as he was about to climb down, his face changed. He had found something after all.

  “Let me down,” he ordered.

  I awkwardly bent down and dropped his foot. He banged his shoulder against the door frame as he came down, but he was okay.

  “What did you find?” I asked. I couldn’t believe that some hint of his past life had actually been left behind.

  Spader held the treasure in his hand.

  I knew instantly that it wasn’t something he put there himself. It was a piece of green paper, folded in half. Written on the outside in black letters was: “For Spader. I’m proud of you and I love you. Hobey-ho!” I could only guess that it was his mum’s handwriting.

  Spader unfolded the paper and I saw his mum’s final gift to him. It was the other half of the map that led to the lost city of Faar.

  “She may be gone,” he said softly. “But I guess her job wasn’t finished until I got this.”

  “Hello? Anyone home?”

  The bright voice came from the entrance to the apartment. It was a woman’s voice. For a moment I thought Spader’s mother had returned. Spader did too. He ran for the entrance. Uncle Press and I were right behind.

  But when we got there, we saw that it wasn’t Spader’s mother after all. It was Po Nassi, the agronomer. What was she doing here?

  “Here you boys are! Why did you run off like that?” she asked like a scolding but jovial schoolteacher.

  “Why aren’t you with Yenza and Manoo?” asked Uncle Press.

  “Those two are on a futile quest,” she answered with a huff. “My time is better spent elsewhere.”

  This was weird. Had she followed us?

  “Now,” she said. “Young Spader. Did you find what you came for?”

  Spader answered her with a confused look. Uncle Press and I did the same. What was she talking about?

  “I didn’t think it was possible
, myself,” she explained. “Like all you wet little Clorans, I thought the lost city of Faar was a myth. That is, until I saw the symbol your father had drawn for you. He was a resourceful Traveler. I’m guessing he discovered the city was real and knew its location. Now I think you know it too.”

  Uh-oh. Uncle Press stiffened beside me. The hair began to stand up on my neck. I was afraid I knew exactly where this was going and it was a very, very bad place.

  “How could you know?” Spader asked, dumbfounded. He had no clue what was going on, but he was about to find out.

  Nassi looked to Uncle Press and gave him a catlike grin.

  “Ahh, Press. Don’t you just love them when they’re young?” she asked. “Such… innocence.”

  And then it happened. The agronomer Nassi began to transform before our eyes. Her face contorted, her body shifted, her whole figure grew watery and unformed. It only took about five seconds, but I guarantee they were five seconds that Spader would replay in his mind for the rest of his life. I probably would too, but I had seen it before. Her hair grew long and gray. Her body rose to a solid seven feet tall. Her clothes changed from Cloral blue to the black suit that was all too familiar. And again, what stood out most were the eyes. They became icy blue and charged with an evil fire.

  “Does it make more sense to you now, water boy?” snarled the tall, ominous figure.

  Spader looked at me with total confusion.

  “It’s Saint Dane,” I said with no emotion. “He’s been playing with us all along.”

  CLORAL

  You naughty boys, you sank my battleship,” Saint Dane said playfully, as if he really didn’t care.

  Spader looked to me and to Uncle Press. I think he was in shock. Nothing had prepared him for seeing Saint Dane transform the way he did. I wasn’t exactly comfortable with it either, but at least I had seen it before so I didn’t go into total mind lock.