“Black Water,” Yorn whispered in awe.
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(CONTINUED)
EELONG
“That’s our destination,” Kasha confirmed.
The three of us sat on our zenzens, staring at the dark waterfall on the far side of the valley. It was our guidepost to the mysterious place called Black Water. Yorn reached over to Kasha and took Seegen’s map from her. He looked at it with a smile, shaking his head in wonder.
“There are times when I feel older than the ground I walk on,” Yorn said. “You’ll find that as you grow older, there is one gift you will cherish most dearly, because it doesn’t come often.”
“What’s that?” I asked.
“Surprise,” Yorn said with a big smile-the first smile I’d seen from him since we’d met. “Surprises keep you young, and right now, I feel like a child. Yahhh!” Yorn shouted with excitement and kicked his zenzen forward. He galloped down the grassy hill that led from the crevice we had entered through, charging toward the waterfall.
“He reminds me of my father,” Kasha said. “Even at his age he’s always looking for the next adventure.”
“And you’re not like your father?” I asked.
Kasha took a sad breath and answered, “Things were simple for him. He felt strongly about what was right, and wrong. What was fair and what wasn’t. He was a builder. But where others used gars for the more difficult or dangerous work, he always did the work himself.”
“Did he tell you why?” I asked.
“He always said that he didn’t think it was fair to force a gar to do something they wouldn’t benefit from. It was a simple sentiment, but said so much.”
“Maybe you’re more like him than you think,” I said.
Kasha didn’t reply to that.
“Is this where you leave us?” I asked.
“We haven’t gotten to the end of the map,” she said, and kicked her zenzen forward. Together we galloped down the steep, grassy slope to the bottom of the valley. I felt like a cowboy charging across some awesome, uncharted territory. The sunbelt cast a warm, late-afternoon glow over the valley that made the place look like a painting. For those few minutes, I can actually say I was having fun. We soon hit a dense stand of trees and had to slow down. Yorn had disappeared into these trees long before we reached them and was nowhere to be seen.
“I hope he went the right way,” I said.
“If he keeps his eye on the black waterfall, he’ll be fine,” Kasha answered.
It was getting dark. The sunbelt had dipped below the rim of the crater. We only had a few minutes of light left. I was really worried that if it got too dark, we’d be lost until daybreak. I hoped klees could see in the dark like the cats at home.
“Yorn?” Kasha called.
All we heard back was the roaring sound of the waterfalls. Not good. At best we were separated and would have to deal with finding each other. At worst, well, I didn’t want to think the worst.
“Look,” Kasha said.
A soft mist was rising off the ground, making it even more difficult to see anything. I was about to ask Kasha what she saw, when something appeared through the trees ahead of us. It was a large, dark shape moving slowly toward us. But it was too dark and the shadow was too far away to make out what it was.
“Oh no,” Kasha gasped.
At least one question was answered. The cat in Kasha had way better vision than the gar in me. “Is it a tang?” I asked.
Kasha didn’t have to answer, because a second later I recognized it. Trotting toward us through the trees was Yorn’s zenzen…without Yorn. Kasha walked her zenzen up to the beast and retrieved the spears that were strapped to the saddle. She tossed one to me.
“Whatever happened, happened fast,” she said, all business. “Yorn never got to his weapons.”
Kasha held her spear to the side, low, and walked her zenzen forward slowly. “Stay beside me,” she ordered.
I did what I was told and brought my zenzen alongside her, also holding my spear ready. We walked together through the trees, headed in the direction that Yorn’s zenzen had come from. I was a raw nerve. Every little thing I heard sounded like a tang charging through the trees to attack us. A cracking twig, rustling branches, even the distant roar from the waterfalls. Everything made me jump. But nothing attacked us. Yet.
We reached the end of the stand of trees and walked into the open to discover we were on the shore of the lake. That meant we were at the very bottom of the crater. The waterfalls loomed over us. We were so close I could feel their cool mist. Stars were starting to appear in the sky. Their light reflected in the smooth, clear lake. I would have thought it was beautiful, if I weren’t so freakin’ nervous. “That way,” Kasha pointed.
I looked to see a break in the trees farther along the lake that must have led to the dark waterfall. Black Water. If Yorn made it this far, that’s the way he would have gone. We walked our zenzens along the shore, toward the opening. We took a few steps, then I heard something that nearly made my heart stop. I shot a quick look to Kasha. She had heard it too. After all, she was a cat. The two of us whipped around to look out on the lake and saw…
The once still water was churning. Something down below was rising up. It looked like several things, actually. There must have been twenty dark shadows that broke the surface of the water and moved quickly toward shore, headed for us. Attacking.
“Go!” Kasha commanded.
We kicked our zenzens and bolted forward toward the opening in the trees. I charged into the woods first, not sure of where I was headed. All I knew was I wanted to get away from whatever monsters had been lurking underwater, waiting for us. The woods were totally dark. All I could do was follow the sound of the waterfall. I thought for sure I’d hit something. A few seconds later, I did. One second I was galloping on my zenzen, the next second I was falling through the air. My first thought was that I had hit a branch sticking out onto the trail. I slammed into the ground hard, still clutching the spear in a death grip. The shaft dug into my side. Ouch. I thought for sure I’d broken a rib, but that was the least of my problems. I stayed focused and looked up at what I had run into. It wasn’t a branch.
Dangling over me, hanging from a tree, was a net. Or should I say, it was a trap, and it had been sprung. Caught in the swaying net was Yorn.
“Stop Kasha!” he yelled. “It’s a trap!”
Kasha came charging up from the lake. I couldn’t think fast enough to stop her as she pushed her zenzen on. A second later another trap was sprung. A net came flying down from the trees, catching Kasha. Her zenzen kept running, but Kasha was now caught and dangling, only a few feet from Yorn.
“Pendragon,” Yorn cried. “Run!”
I looked back to the lake to see dozens of the dark shadows running toward us. The lake monsters were on the attack. “Go!” Kasha screamed.
I went. There was nothing else to do, not that I was thinking clearly anyway. I staggered to my feet and ran toward the waterfall. I had some strange idea that if I made it to the waterfall, I’d be safe. The gars called Black Water “home.” Maybe this was like playing tag. When you were home, you were safe. I know, dumb thought, but I wasn’t exactly in my right mind. It was so dark I could only go by the sound of the waterfall. I took a few steps, expecting to run into a tree, when my feet suddenly got pulled out from under me. Something had grabbed me and swept me up into the air, feet first. I quickly realized that my last-ditch escape attempt landed me right in another trap. I hung there, upside down, swinging in the air, helpless. Now the three of us were caught, powerless against the marauding beasts.
I watched, upside down, as the dark forms ran toward me. They didn’t look like tangs. They were more like formless shadows. Dark ghosts. They ran right past Yorn and Kasha, headed for me. Lucky me. They stopped about five feet away, making a circle around me. They didn’t attack, they just stood there. It gave me hope that maybe they weren’t mindless beasts looking for their evening meal. I didn�
��t move. I didn’t breathe. I figured maybe if I played dead, they’d go away. Yeah, right.
The circle opened up and a much larger shadow stepped in. It was bigger than the others at least a foot. It was hard to make out exactly what it looked like because it was so dark and, well, I was upside down. The shadow walked up and stood there, looking at me. At least I thought it was looking at me. I couldn’t see its eyes. The others crowded behind it. As they got closer, I saw that the reason they looked shapeless was because they were all wearing long, dark cloaks from head to toe. These weren’t wild animals. They weren’t ghostly shadows, either. They were wearing clothes. But what were they? Or who were they?
The leader reached for my face. I winced, expecting something painful to happen. But instead, it reached out with a strange-looking arm that was rounded on the end and wrapped with a rag. This guy was too big to be a klee. And definitely not a tang. But I couldn’t imagine what kind of animal had long arms that were rounded on the end. My heart pounded. I wanted to say something, but the words choked in my throat. I stared at this strange, rounded arm as it poked me to see if I was conscious. That’s when I realized it wasn’t a rounded, alien arm at all. It was a regular old human arm. We had been attacked by a cloaked gang of gars, and this was a normal human poking me. And his hand was missing. He spoke with a deep, soft voice that was something out of a dream-maybe the most incredible dream I’d ever had.
“What’re you doin’, shorty?” the voice said with the hint of a chuckle. “Just hangin’ around?”
He pulled the cape from over his head to reveal the most welcome sight I could have imagined. He smiled warmly and added, “I thought you’d never get here, Bobby.”
I reached around my neck and pulled out the necklace with the Traveler rings. I held the largest ring out to him and said, “Just dropped by to return your ring, Gunny.”
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(CONTINUED)
EELONG
“Youlook like you’ve been through the war, shorty,” Gunny said as he held me by the shoulders so the other gars could cut me down.
“Me?” I said. “What about your hand?”
“Ahh, just a minor inconvenience,” he said casually, though I didn’t believe him for a second. “Where did you find my ring?”
“You don’t want to know.”
I was lowered to my feet and stood facing my friend, the tall African-American guy who was the Traveler from First Earth, Vincent “Gunny” Van Dyke. He looked good for a guy in his sixties. But he also looked tired, with a bit more gray in his hair. No big surprise. Eelong did that to people. He put his ring on the finger of his right hand, then looked to me and shook his head. “You look older than when I saw you last.”
“I am,” I said. “Man, it’s good to see you.” I threw my arms around him and hugged him tight. A huge waveofrelief washed over me. Gunny was alive and I was no longer alone. I didn’t want to let him go, but an angry snarl brought me back to reality. I looked to see a few gars poking at Kasha and Yorn as they dangled in their net traps.
A gar ran up to Gunny and said, “We will kill them now, while they’re trapped.”
I don’t know what was more of a shock, knowing that Yorn and Kasha were about to be killed, or hearing a gar speak fluently.
“No!” I shouted quickly. “They’re friends.”
“Klees are not friends,” the gar said. “They will die now.” The gar pulled a weapon from beneath his cloak. It looked like a long arrow, almost a spear, that was loaded in a simple contraption with a band pulled taut, like a spear gun. He raised the tip, and I saw it was very large and very pointy. He headed for the dangling klees, ready for an execution.
“Gunny,” I shouted in desperation. “Seegen is dead. The black klee is his daughter, Kasha.”
“Aron, wait!” Gunny shouted to the gar. The gar, Aron, stopped.
Gunny looked to me and said, “Seegen’s dead? How?”
“I don’t know,” I answered. “But Kasha is the Traveler now.”
“Gunny!” Yorn called. “It’s me, Yorn. Seegen’s acolyte.”
Gunny walked quickly over to the traps where Kasha and Yorn were dangling.
“What happened to Seegen?” Gunny asked Yorn.
“He went to Second Earth and came back dead,” the old klee snapped, sounding irritated. “Now would you mind instructing these gars to cut us down before I injure something.”
“In a second,” Gunny answered, then looked at Kasha. “I don’t know you. But I can’t let you loose until I know you won’t harm these gars.”
“Gunny!” Yorn exclaimed in surprise. “It’s Seegen’s daughter!”
“My father asked that I bring Pendragon to you,” she growled. “That’s what I did. I have no interest in these gars.”
I jumped in, saying, “She’s already saved my life a dozen times over.” I took a chance and added, “There’s only one problem.”
“What’s that?” Gunny asked quickly.
“Kasha doesn’t want to be a Traveler.” I figured I’d lay it all out for Gunny, in front of Kasha. What did I have to lose? “She says she doesn’t care about the gars, but then she helps them every chance she gets. She’s worried about the future of Eelong, but doesn’t believe in the threat of Saint Dane. She’s the Traveler, but I don’t know how to convince her that by helping us, she’s helping Eelong.”
Gunny said to Kasha, “You’re in a tough spot, missy. These gars would kill you both without a second thought. I’ll let them do it, too…unless you do what I say.”
“I’m listening,” Kasha growled.
“Come to Black Water with us.”
“No!” shouted the gar named Aron. “No klee has ever been to Black Water!”
Like the other gars, Aron wasn’t much taller than five feet. He had long dark hair that fell to his shoulders and even though he looked like an older guy, his face didn’t have the hint of a beard. It was weird, because I doubted if these guys shaved. They were like adult children. But more interesting, unlike the gars from Leeandra, there was intelligence behind their eyes. They stood straight and moved with purpose. It was just one more proof that gars weren’t animals to be hunted and slaughtered.
Gunny spoke to Aron like a wise parent. “I need you to trust me, Aron. My friend and I are here to help you, but we can’t do that without these klees.” Gunny spoke softly, and convincingly. It was like listening to Mister Rogers… or a Traveler using his powers of persuasion. Could Mister Rogers have been a Traveler? Interesting.
“I will take responsibility,” Gunny continued, addressing all of them. “They won’t harm you, I promise.”
The gars looked nervously between Gunny and the trapped klees. It seemed like they wanted to believe him, but their natural fear of klees made it tough.
“But they might tell others of the secret of Black Water,” Aron said worriedly. “We cannot let that happen.”
“It won’t,” Gunny assured him. “If they try to reveal the location of Black Water, I’ll kill them myself.”
Whoa, strong words from Gunny. He definitely had more of an edge than the last time we were together. Then again, I think I did too. Constant fear does that to people. I glanced to Kasha. Her ears went back.
“Do you trust me?” Gunny asked Aron.
The small gar looked to the others. They all nodded.
“Good,” Gunny said. He looked to Kasha and asked, “What’s it going to be, missy?”
Kasha’s ears were still back. She didn’t like being cornered. “I don’t see that I have a choice. I’ll go with you.”
“Wonderful! Would you please cut us down now,” Yorn begged.
“Cut them down!” Gunny said to the gars. “Be gentle; they’re our guests.”
The gars used small knives to cut the klees down, but they weren’t gentle. Kasha and Yorn hit the ground hard. Their legs were all tangled in the net so they couldn’t even do the cat thing and land on their feet. The gars quickly surrounded them, ready to attack if t
hey so much as growled. They all had those spear weapons that were loaded and ready.
“Let’s all take it easy,” Gunny said. He walked deliberately into the circle of gars and stood next to Kasha and Yorn. “It’s late. We should get back.” He motioned for everyone to join him and we all started toward the waterfall. I couldn’t call it “black” anymore, because the sunbelt was long gone and pretty much everything was black. But the stars were out and we were able to find our way without walking into any trees. Gunny, Kasha, Yorn, and I walked together, with the gars behind us, keeping a watchful eye.
“How did you get to be chief gar, Gunny?” I said, half joking.
Gunny chuckled and said, “I’m not. But they listen to me. They’re scared, and from what I’ve heard, they should be.”
“So they know the klees want to start hunting them?” I asked.
“Yes, they do,” Gunny said. “They send scouts to Leeandra all the time. It’s a frightening thing, being declared food. I figure Saint Dane must have his hand in this somewhere.”
“He does,” Yorn answered. “Seegen discovered that.”
“I don’t understand,” Kasha said. “These gars are, are-“
“Intelligent?” Gunny said. “Is that the word you’re looking for?”
“Yes,” Kasha admitted.
“I think there’s a whole lot about the gars you don’t know about, that’s why I want you to come to Black Water.”
We approached the pool at the base of the waterfall. Gunny led us around to the rock wall next to it and continued walking… on top of the water! At first I thought he was actually walking on water, but when I looked closer, I saw there were flat stones lying right below water level. I watched as Gunny walked directly toward the waterfall, then made a sharp turn and walkedbehindthe water! Awesome! I went next, carefully making my way across the rocks, trying not to slip off and get wet. I stayed focused and when I looked up, I found myself behind the waterfall.
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