by Lisa Lace
An Echilean child with ratty brown hair sat on the ground with her legs crossed. She had been drawing something in the sand. I tilted my head to look at it. The sketch in front of her showed a tall, crude figure with three wavy lines. Her face showed a wide grin as she looked up at me.
“Hello there. Do you speak Standard?”
The girl didn’t say anything. Instead, she raised the twig in her hands and gestured at the drawing, then back at me.
“Is that supposed to be me?” I squatted down next to her, absent-mindedly tugging at my ear. “You created an excellent piece of art. It might look better than I do in real life.” I didn’t know if she could understand me, but she giggled.
I decided to try something else. “Are you hungry?”
The child wouldn’t speak. She gazed at me and adjusted the drooping, stretched-out collar of her ragged shirt.
I pulled out a small parcel from my bag and handed it to her. The girl sat on her hands and squinted at me, unfurling her bottom lip.
“It’s okay to take it. I won’t hurt you.”
Finally, she took the parcel from me and unwrapped a large piece of whippel fruit flat bread. She promptly forgot I existed, tearing a large chunk out of the flaky brown pastry. The girl inhaled the food, not paying attention to the crumbs sticking to her face and falling onto her lap.
As the girl ate, I decided to test my luck. I reached for the scroll tucked in my belt and gently opened the old parchment paper. Her chewing began to slow down. She stared at the faded painting of the pillars, licking the crumbs off her lips.
“Have you seen anyone around here with one of these?”
The child ran her fingertips along the ancient embossed script running around the painting without saying a word. I rolled up the scroll and crammed it back into my belt.
“It was worth a try.” I ruffled her hair and stood up. “I’m going on my way now. Be careful.”
It was time to reconnect with the rest of my team at the ship. Before I could get very far, I heard the pattering sounds of little footsteps. I turned around to see the ruddy-faced child running up to me. She held out her clasped hands as if she wanted to give me a present. With a glint in her eye, she dropped a small card into my open palm.
“What do we have here?”
I turned the card over. It was an intergalactic explorer’s license, identifiable by the unique hologram on the top corner. Next to the alarmingly familiar face in the picture was a name printed in thick block letters.
Christine Blackwood.
Chapter Eleven
CHRISTINE
The gushing torrents from the waterfall appeared chartreuse under the radiant Neyonite sunset. Majestic hornby eagles spread red and orange wings as they swooped overhead, making amethyst thistles on their heads flutter in the wind. Under the bright skies, schools of fish with protruding foreheads darted through the rippling stream.
The Cave of Miracles was accurately named.
Treading as lightly as I could, I minced across the river bank and lowered myself into the stream. I held out my arms to keep my balance and waded through the pleasantly temperate water. Brave fish quickly surrounded the exotic creature in their territory. They nibbled at the material of my bodysuit and the frayed threads on my belt. But I had come prepared for a marine attack. I flung a handful of kibbles far away from my position. When the food plunged into the water, the fish took note and swam toward the food raining from the skies.
Each time I started a new adventure, joy filled my heart. The adrenaline surging through my body right now was intoxicating and almost addictive. I was born to do this.
I had recently equipped my headlamp with a new bulb. Even though there was a blinding beam of light guiding my way, I still held my breath as I wondered what lay in front of me. Beyond the curtain of water, I came face-to-face with a huge, seemingly bottomless ravine.
I picked up a rock and tossed it into the black space. The rock bounced off the walls of the passageway for an alarmingly long time. At last, I heard the soft, telltale thud as the pebble hit solid ground.
So it wasn’t bottomless after all. I pulled out a self-retracting lifeline from my backpack. After securing the buckles on my vest, I tied a palomar knot around my belt and anchored the other end of the line around a massive, immovable boulder.
I smiled bitterly to myself, recalling Aunt Meredith’s lecture about safety. She might not like what I did, but she couldn’t see me out here. I took every possible precaution to protect myself.
A manual crank gave me control of the speed of my descent into the pit. Most of the water from the stream had already slid off the protective outer layer of my clothes, but it was still chilly in the dark passage. Even with my headlamp, I could only see rugged, rocky walls and tufts of moss sticking out of fissures.
Despite my preparation, I was starting to feel regret. The occasional drips of water and soft scuttling of insects were constant reminders that I was completely alone. What if the rope on my harness snapped? I wondered how long it would take for anyone to miss me. Would they even find me at all?
This was no time to fret. I had come this far, and I wasn’t about to turn back. I took a deep breath, stowed the stray thoughts in the back of my mind, and forged ahead.
After fifteen minutes, I finally hit the ground. I landed on my feet and unfastened the harness. Brushing off the dirt on my arms and legs, I looked around me. My eyes fell on a circular, knee-high tunnel on the rocky wall opposite me. It looked promising, but I didn’t want to crawl.
I crouched down in front of the opening and withdrew a probe from my backpack. The mechanical device could report on the dimensions and length of the passage. It woke from slumber when I pressed a button under its flat belly. Eight metal legs and an antenna with a bulb attached to it extended from the palm-sized robot. I turned the key on its back and set it loose. The probe scampered into the darkness, legs moving so quickly that they looked like a cloud of cicadas.
The bot soon returned, climbing up my arm and jumping into the backpack. It seemed safe to explore, so I put on some elbow and knee guards, got down on all fours, and slid through the tunnel opening. Unfortunately the robot didn’t tell me that the air smelled like sulfur and old pickles. Knowing better than to dawdle or look around me, I crawled as quickly as I could, staring straight ahead.
The farther I went, the heavier my backpack felt. My knees were starting to get raw despite the protection. I didn’t even want to think about the cold goop accumulating on my elbows.
When I saw the subtle shades of blue light scattered across the cave walls, I immediately knew that everything had been worth it. I turned off my headlamp. The natural light emanating from thousands of maddeus crystals was enough to illuminate the whole cavern.
Even better, the wretched smell was gone.
As I gave myself a tour of the cavern, I noticed that the only sounds I heard were the echoes of my footsteps. I had seen many pictures of this legendary place, but none of them prepared me for the reality. I removed my gloves so I could feel the smooth, cold minerals in the walls with my hands.
I could smell the sweet scent of credits in the air.
A single maddeus tree grew in the middle of the cavern. Even though the trunk of the twenty-foot tree was gnarly and twisted, it looked sturdy. Bright orbs of light floated over its silver branches. When I approached the tree, I noticed that the orbs were small clusters of crystals. The limbs of the trees intrigued me. They steadily rose and fell as if the tree were breathing.
After taking pictures and jotting down a couple of measurements, I slung my backpack over my shoulder and walked up to the tree. It was time to get to work. I put my gloves on again and took out a vial. Inspecting the trunk carefully, I squeezed an arm through the branches and started to fill the container with maddeus sap. I managed to fill three vials full of the sticky silver liquid before moving on.
The next thing I needed was a sample of maddeus crystal. I started working on the biggest
cluster, going to one knee and pulling out a portable blowtorch and hacksaw. After I had pulled my visor down, I turned on the blowtorch and started working on the edge of the crystals.
Sparks flew out from the flames of the blowtorch, flying in all directions. The heat cracked the polished edge of the clump. Reluctant to permanently damage the growing cluster, I put the torch aside and reached for the hacksaw, which would give me more control. I cut through an ember-red crack with the serrated edge of the blade and started slowly slicing through the cluster.
As I dragged the hacksaw back and forth, the sounds of crunching mineral filled the cavern. The crystals began to glow in a repeating cycle of white, blue, and green. The combination of soothing sensations must have sent me into a daze because I failed to hear the footsteps creeping up behind me.
“Christine Blackwood. Get on your feet!”
A loud foot stomping accompanied the strange gravelly voice. I froze. An unsettling prickling sensation pulsed down my body. My throat suddenly felt tight and dry.
“I said, get up, human. Don’t even think about reaching for your weapon. You’re outnumbered, and we’ve got you covered.”
I slowly withdrew my hand from my belt and stood up. Goosebumps budded out from my skin. My body might betray me, but I always tried to keep calm in the face of danger. I raised my hands over my head and turned around cautiously.
A group of five Urwanian men and women stood before me with weapons drawn. They all wore identical form-fitting combat suits. Silver detailed their black breastplates, and each had matching emblems on the top right corner of their armor. I narrowed my eyes at the spiral mark closest to me. I could make out the Urwanian ‘Mag’ syllable in the middle, but otherwise, it didn’t look familiar.
The Urwanian man with the long dark plait spoke up again, cocking his neutralizer threateningly.
“I don’t mean to be rude, but who are you people?”
“It doesn’t matter who we are. If you hand it over, there won’t be any trouble.”
“Hand what over?” I forced myself to look away from the neutralizer barrels pointed directly at me to frown at him. “I could be a lot more helpful if you explained yourselves.”
“The pillar of Galzen.”
To my surprise, I recognized the voice. The Urwanians made a path for the newcomer. A face I knew disturbingly well poked out from behind them. My heart skipped a beat. “You again.” I lowered my arms.
It was the cocky Urwanian from the temple. I widened the space between my legs slightly, putting my feet beneath my shoulders, and dug my heels into the ground. I was determined to match his steady gaze. He wore the same uniform as the others but the emblem on his armor was made of gold.
“Believe me. The sentiment is mutual.” The Urwanian motioned for the others to lower their weapons. “My name is Axl, and I’m from the Magnum Company in Urwan. These are some of my colleagues.” He took out a flashlight from his belt and shined it at me, raising an eyebrow. “What’s that on your head?”
“A multi-functional scavenger helmet.” I took off the protective covering and gas mask. As I set them down onto the ground, I could feel a pink blush start crawling across my cheeks. “You can laugh about it all you want, but I’ll have you know that it can be quite useful in the field.”
“No one’s laughing. Where is the pillar of Galzen?”
“Normally, when a man has a one-track mind, he’s thinking about something else. I still don’t have the slightest clue what pillar you’re talking about, or why I would be carrying one around. But I do have a question of my own. Why are you following me?”
An older Urwanian woman with a shock of short, apple-red hair approached me. She pulled out a scroll and unrolled it. When she spoke, her voice was softer than her male counterparts.
“My name is Natya. We apologize for what must feel like an ambush, Ms. Blackwood, but if you cooperate with us, we will be happy to leave you as you were.”
“I appreciate that, and you can call me Christine.” I glared in Axl’s direction. “Apparently some of you have manners.” I licked my lips, swallowing the rest of my words. The print on the scroll had faded with age, but it was impossible not to recognize the picture. It was the spitting image of the gold statue sitting in the safe back on my ship. “So what about this pillar?”
“Can we assume you have seen it, then?” Axl looked eager and took another step forward.
“I might have.” I scraped my thumbnails up and down the lengths of my middle fingers. “Let’s trade an answer for an answer. How did you find me and get down here so quickly?”
Axl took out a familiar-looking card from his back pocket and handed it to me. “We found this in Echiles. After we ran the license through the system, we discovered you recently applied for a new one. That was enough to locate you. We had to track down where you last used the new license and do a little bit of hunting, but here we are. As for your next question, we took the stairs. What did you do?”
I looked over Axl’s shoulder. My eyes landed on the primitive but now prominent staircase I had overlooked at the opposite end of the waterfall.
“So where is the pillar, Christine?” The burrow between Axl’s eyebrows deepened.
“That’s Ms. Blackwood to you.” My head started to buzz from the panic. “Why do you want this thing so badly, anyway?”
“Listen here, Ms. Blackwood.” Axl ran his thumb over the tip of his nose. “If you hand over the pillar now, I will personally ensure you will escape any punishment or fine. Better yet, I can guarantee our paths will never cross again. Don’t push me.”
“You talk a lot.” I folded my fingers and placed them on my stomach. I knew I had the upper hand. “But I still haven’t heard an answer to my question. What is so special about the pillar?”
Most of the Urwanians rolled their eyes and snorted among themselves, but Natya indulged me. “According to legend, our God, Zamos, placed a curse on Makroi over two thousand years ago. He directed the punishment at Varkos, a distant ancestor of their current ruler, Lord Silas. Varkos was singlehandedly responsible for a series of bloody conquests that saw many colonies obliterated. The death toll was in the millions.”
“You’re talking about the Galyon Wars,” I whispered, inhaling sharply.
“Precisely.” Natya paused, staring at me with glassy eyes. “Rather than erase Makroi from existence, they were confined to the cold, unforgiving planet and forced to live in eternal darkness.”
I didn’t have to take her word for it. I had experienced the depressing planet of Makroi firsthand. I was never going back.
“There is a second part to the legend. Zamos created three pillars of Galzen and entrusted these sacred artifacts to the empires of Urwan, Diltrove, and Jenkovin. The pillars are supposed to have the power to destroy the Makroid permanently in the event of a new uprising. A safety precaution, if you will. Over the years, the Makroid have hired mercenaries to dispose of them permanently. They have successfully eliminated two, leaving only one in existence.” Natya rubbed her hands together briskly. “We believe the sole remaining pillar is in your possession.”
“Okay, story time is over.” Axl took control of the conversation. “Hand it over, Ms. Blackwood. If you need compensation, we’re prepared to pay a generous sum. We can discuss specific numbers later, but we need the pillar as soon as possible.”
The lining of my gloves was growing damp with sweat. I lowered my eyes to the emblems on their chest. I knew what the official Urwanian insignia looked like. They didn’t look authentic. These Urwanians appeared to be mere acquirers. They were a business without any formal ties to the empire. For all I knew, the Urwanians could be Makroid mercenaries themselves.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but I’m no longer in possession of it.”
Before the throbbing vein on Axl’s forehead could burst, Natya’s body went rigid. She tilted her head back. A strange white film clouded over her amber eyes. For a moment, part of me debated whether or not I should step fo
rward and help her. But the other Urwanians watched her with mild disinterest as if this event was a common occurrence.
“She’s lying,” Natya croaked.
Maybe I should have stepped forward. My heart started to pound against my chest. I watched in horror as Natya’s shoulders softened, the white disappearing from her eyes. “I don’t know what she’s talking about.”
“Are we waiting for something?” The Urwanian with the plait sounded nasty, and his face flushed crimson with fury. “Let’s shackle her and take her with us.”
Axl raised his hand, signaling for the Urwanian to stop talking. “Where is it, Ms. Blackwood? I will not ask you nicely again.”
I snuck a hand into a hidden compartment in my belt. I slowly withdrew a black pellet and smashed it onto the ground. The capsule exploded, generating a cloud of black smoke.
“Someone grab her!” the flustered Urwanians cried out angrily, tripping over each other behind the smoke. I knew I only had a few seconds and I was already on the move. In a single smooth motion, I grabbed my helmet and pulled down the visor, then grabbed my backpack. I didn’t need any additional motivation, but the sound of gunfire gave me an extra kick in the ass. I raced away, heading directly for the stairs.
“Weapons down! Hold your fire! Do not shoot. We need her alive!”
Chapter Twelve
AXL
Three Urwanian military spacecraft had set down on either side of our starship. The Urwanian vessels were so massive that they took up all the space behind the Neyonite restaurant. I watched the workers load the last of empty food crates onto trolleys, pushing them off the ramp of the Magnum spaceship and toward the restaurant.
The skies of Neyon were clear at midnight. Glowing red dots which could only be starships sped past the twinkling white stars. The odd spacecraft could be seen speeding past the restaurant and shooting up into the haze of clouds above us.
“Bottoms up, comrades!” Barthan raised his goblet, toasting everyone aboard the starship. The Urwanians raised their cups and reciprocated with a spirited cheer. Not wanting to put a damper on the festivities, I joined them and took a long swig of my ale.
