‘We need light,’ Melaleuca said.
Quixote and Lexington shuffled in behind her.
‘What’s in here?’ Lexington asked.
Her voice reverberated around what sounded like a large room.
Quixote turned back toward the door.
‘Hey guys look.’
Light stopped at the door and a perfect line of darkness, like a black carpet, ran from one side of the doorframe to the other side as if a force field held the light back.
‘Cool eh…..Magic or magnetism?’
‘I shall ignore that,’ Lexington said, ‘though once again light is behaving differently.’
Ari whispered, ‘Can you guys feel it? There is something in here.’
‘Ahhh like what?’ Lexington said in a nervous tone.
Despite being able to see the light in the previous room Melaleuca could not see any of the others.
‘It’s okay. We just need to find a light.’
‘I don’t think it will help Mel. This is swallowing darkness,’ Quixote said.
‘What sort of darkness?’ Lexington asked.
‘Swallowing darkness. You know the sort that you find in a black hole where light can’t escape. Thought you’d know that.’
‘Black hole? For that to be true there would have to be a little shrunken star in this room. And I don’t see one.’
‘No one can see a black hole,’ Quixote said in a quiet voice.
‘Cut it out Qui. Everyone move around slowly,’ Ari said. ‘Keep talking to each other. This room feels large.’
‘Good idea Ari,’ Melaleuca said.
Keen not to bump into any objects she scouted around in the darkness, listening to the others scrape their feet on the floor in a cautious walk, chatting nonsense. Seconds later she bumped into a wall and her cousins hit walls as well. The swallowing darkness had deceived them - the room now seemed quite small.
‘Walk toward each other’s voices and see if we find anything,’ Ari said.
Into the middle of the room they headed, aiming for the voice opposite them.
‘Ow,’ Melaleuca cried out. ‘I just smacked my shin on something.’
Ari reached forward in the direction of her voice, groping the darkness trying to feel what she had collided with.
‘Everyone slowly feel in front of you. It feels like a table.’
Four pairs of hands explored the unknown table in the dark.
‘And it’s covered in carpet,’ Lexington said.
Ari stretched his hand out across the brushed feel of the carpet, extending his arm as far as he could and touched another hand.
‘Whose hand is that?’
No one replied.
‘Lexington?’
‘No.’
Melaleuca?’
‘No.’
‘Quixote?’
‘No.’
Ari recoiled, yanking his hand back, and Quixote burst into laughter.
‘Quixote! Damn it.’
He carried on feeling the table and his hand hit a series of small bumps though how many he could not tell.
‘Reach into the middle.’
Lexington’s hand reached them next, followed by Melaleuca’s. As soon as Quixote’s hand touched the objects they started to hum. It grew in intensity until it reached a feverish pitch forcing Melaleuca to clasp her hands over her ears. Despite the shrill numbing pitch in the hum she tried to peer through the dark to check her cousins. Just when she thought she could bear it no more, it stopped and an invisible force threw them back.
Like embers in a dying campfire a soft glow spread over the table, beating back the darkness, reminiscent of a curtain being pulled aside to reveal light. Melaleuca stared in amazement and Quixote moved toward the light source first, hovering excited over the table.
‘Look at these.’
Two rows of five plain-looking thin bracelets sat in an angled container on the table. A third row of empty slits sat beneath, where five other bracelets might have once laid. The upper row glowed yellow and the bottom row glowed green, and both colours of light mixed and swirled in the air about them as if the light from the bracelets was alive.
‘No one touch them,’ Melaleuca said.
Like an insect drawn to a purple light, Quixote shouted, ‘I can’t stop myself,’ and grabbed a yellow one.
He held the bracelet aloft as if he had won a medal and stared up at it, basking in the warm yellow soft light. Melaleuca watched expectant, both waiting and awestruck by its beauty. The light changed and something in the bracelet started to swirl and small clouds of mists, like a storm trapped inside, moved and twirled.
Something inside the bracelets called to Ari, not in words or sounds, nor images but from somewhere deeper, somewhere primitive and language-less, somewhere that felt as if it belonged to the very beginning of time itself. He stepped forward, grabbed a bracelet and also felt compelled to hold it up high and soon realized that the bracelet had moved Quixote’s hand upward.
Melaleuca watched in fascination as wisps of swirls leaked out from the bracelets and started to wind their way down Quixote and Ari’s arm, exploring their bodies with wraithlike tendrils. Unable to resist any longer Melaleuca stepped forward to reach for one of the yellow bracelets though as her hand neared it she could sense great hesitancy in Lexington. She stopped in mid motion and said to Lexington, ‘It’s okay Lex. We are supposed to touch them.’
‘How do you know?’
‘How do I know any of the decisions I make are right? I just do.’
She seized one of the yellow bracelets and felt compelled to hold it up high. Wisps grew out of the bracelet and explored her body.
Lexington studied the faraway looks on the faces of the boys. It seemed as if they stared across a whole ocean to witness something grand. Even Melaleuca’s eyes glazed or sharpened though which Lexington could not tell. A faraway look spread across Melaleuca’s face, and she broke her gaze away from whatever the bracelet showed her, and smiling, nodded at Lexington.
Lexington grasped one and felt a surge of energy rip down her arm and course into her chest. Her arm jerked upwards and misty swirls traced a gentle arc down her arm and she felt two invisible hands alight on her head. With a slow and painless motion, they pushed into her skull and pulled left and right, renting open a shaft of light. It seemed to come from within her rather than outside and yet it opened an abyss before her - a vast shaft of wide open emptiness - that all at once filled up with light and darkness. She felt her mind pulled toward it - toward some great unknown destination.
Chapter 12 - Light Swallowed
The Harbinger’s wrist ached and throbbed with pain and his vision blurred. It grew in intensity until he struggled to breathe.
Got to get out of sight.
The cousins had drawn so much attention to themselves that he could ill afford to be seen.
He lurched along the corridor cursing his lack of speed and stumbled into a door, bursting it open. His wrist pulsated in pain and he bit his lip trying to suppress a scream. Disoriented, he fell against the wall and groped frantically for a way through. A panel slid open and he fell through, landing on the dusty floor of a secret passage. He kicked out wildly until his foot smacked a lever, shutting it behind him.
Moments passed and the pain subsided leaving his left wrist numb with no sensation.
Have to conceal that.
He rubbed his wrist trying to bring feeling back into it.
The creature Lexington had chased appeared in the passage, melding through a wall. No bigger than a five-year-old child, a myriad of colours beneath its skin rippled up and down its skinny body, changing colour as it passed over its large bulbous head.
‘Why you hurt?’ Scout said.
‘Not hurt...where are the children?’
‘In the bracelet room.’
Bracelet room? How? How did they find it so quickly?
‘Doesn’t make sense. It never hurt this much when I or their
parents found the bracelets.’
Scout caressed the Harbinger’s wrist.
‘Play now...again.’
‘What? Play? No. You know that.’
He got up and started off down the passageway.
‘At least now I don’t have to worry about how to get them to find the bracelets.’
The incandescent light from the bracelet room glowed bright and shielding his eyes he entered, finding the cousins on the ground, unconscious. They each held a yellow bracelet, and the sweetest smile spread across their faces. Puzzled, he could not recall himself or their parents falling asleep after they discovered the bracelets. One by one he removed the bracelets and returned them to the table. The cousins stirred; the sweet look on their faces becoming troubled.
Too soon, too soon, too soon.
Scout warped out of the wall and stood by the Harbinger.
‘Why worried?’
The Harbinger looked at the innocent face of Scout and spoke knowing he would not understand.
‘They are too young, to tender to begin...supposed to wait until 18...maybe even 20, but not 12.’
‘They seem smart.’
Too soon, too soon, he despaired, and what of their parents? He had still yet to receive word about them.
‘Scout, if I find you had anything to do with them finding these...well.....let’s just say it will be the last straw.’
Scout giggled and shook his head.
Satisfied the cousins would wake up; the Harbinger shambled out of the room and stumbled over a heavy object. He bent down and examined it. A large funnel shaped object lay on the floor with the faint outline of a cow and an eagle on it.
‘Get it out of here.’
Scout lifted it up as if it were as light as a feather and left.
***
The cousins found themselves again in the same dreamscape they had been in before - a white unending desert where the sky and ground blended. Once again they were naked and the same figure appeared still dragging the black density behind him.
‘Who is he?’ Melaleuca said and wondered if she could get a feeling off him.
Lexington opened her eyes wider, and Ari and Quixote started to walk toward him though hesitated.
‘Are we dreaming again?’ Ari said.
‘I think this is real,’ Melaleuca said with a suspicious tone.
‘I know. The bracelets are a door to another world,’ Quixote said.
Lexington grabbed her belly flesh and squeezed it hard and yelped.
‘Yes. We’re actually here. Where ever here is?’
Quixote shot a cheeky grin at her and she pulled a face back at him.
‘Anything is possible,’ she said. ‘But it still must operate within proper rules and laws.’
‘Explain this.’
‘Oh…push off.’
The figure got closer and Melaleuca saw that he dragged behind him a large pitch-black area almost half the size of the white desert they stood in. Hints of dark, of deep navy-blue, and of lighter shades of black showed something existed in it.
The figure walked past them.
‘Excuse me,’ Lexington said. ‘Exactly where are we?’
The man jumped, nearly letting go of the blackness. ‘What! You lot again. Bit early.’
He looked young though eyed them with caution as if an old man with poor eyesight.
‘Why are you here again?’ His voice sounded old – ancient even.
‘Tell us where we are,’ Melaleuca said.
He scowled at her.
‘You should not be here.’ He darted his eyes around the cousins, lifted his hand, scratched his head and with an absent-minded air, ogled them. ‘Well. Not yet anyway. Way, way, way too early. Terribly, terribly too early.’
‘So where are we then, if we are not supposed to be here,’ Lexington said.
He approached them and inspected them, smiled and preened as if a proud parent.
‘Very nice. Impressive. You are getting smarter even though the world is getting dumber. I never thought you could make it here this quick.’
‘Look,’ Melaleuca said. ‘Look me in my eyes.’
Quixote leapt into the darkness and disappeared, and the man, ignoring Melaleuca, reached in – his arm consumed by the darkness.
‘Swallowing darkness,’ Lexington said.
He fished around and then yanked hard, pulling Quixote out of it.
‘Not yet little one, not yet.’
‘Please. Tell us what this place is,’ Lexington asked. ‘So much has transpired, it’s confusing.’
The man looked thoughtful and then shook his head, and his face darkened, grave thoughts troubling him. Melaleuca moved around to try and view his eyes.
‘Tell us. What is the meaning of this dream?’
‘Dream? Not a dream, lest not in the ordinary sense of it being a dream.’
‘Are we dead then?’
The man laughed.
‘You have just shifted to the left or right, I forget which. Ummm…in your language I think you call it another dimension. And that is all I will and can say.’
Quixote leered at Lexington as if to say, “I told you so.”
Ari bent down and grabbed a handful of sand.
‘Is this where the Ethmare comes from?’
‘Oh okay. I shall tell you one more thing and that is all til we meet again,’ said the man. ‘And then you have to leave.’
He let go of the dark desert and stepping part way in, half of his body disappeared. The remaining half appeared as if it balanced on one leg.
‘Everything here represents every possible thing on your plane, on earth.’
He held his arms outstretched.
‘Between the black and the white, all colours, all possible lines, all possible movements exist. Everything that ever was and is and will ever be, you can see here.’
The white featureless desert and the black light-swallowing desert sat side by side, no sign of movement, nor even a flicker of life, was visible.
‘Black and white?’ Melaleuca said.
‘Yes, just like your name,’ the man replied.
‘I hardly see any of anything,’ Lexington said disappointed.
Quixote tittered to himself. ‘I can see it - castles, lakes, roving skeletons, treasure, Black Beard the pirate.’
Lexington tut-tutted him.
The old man chuckled and reached out, placing his hand on Quixote. ‘Nearly little one, nearly. What you see is the inner hope of discovery. Your seed is planted well. We are kindred seeds, you know.’
‘Explain what you just said,’ Melaleuca said, ‘about the black and white thing.’
‘Oh really it’s quite simple. Even a child could work it out.’ With an exasperated expression he carried on. ‘Take a white piece of paper. It is blank. All light, all possible colours, all possible colour combinations are hidden within the spectrum of the white light reflecting back. Now take a black piece of paper. It's the same but it absorbs all light. Now take the white piece of paper and draw all possible lines on it, every possible combination. Eh! What do you end up with?’
Melaleuca calculated the question as quick as Quixote and both of them blurted the answer out.
‘A black piece of paper.’
‘Well done,’ the man said. ‘Now….tell me….what does that mean?’
Puzzled by the question Melaleuca looked to Lexington though she appeared frustrated.
‘I need pen and paper,’ she said.
‘It means,’ Quixote said flashing his eyes at Lexington, ‘you have a beginning and an end.’
The man laughed, delighted. ‘Good. Great. Very yes. You will do well. Now it is time to leave.’
The desert disintegrated until they floated in limbo. A great whirlpool appeared in the nothingness and one by one they got sucked in. Soon they found themselves separated and standing on completely different landscapes.
***
Awake and awash in a fading revelry, Melaleuca star
ed at each of her cousins watching the yellow and green light from the bracelets play across their faces and cast shadows on the wall. The awe of what she had seen in her landscape clung to her, and in the eyes of the others she saw they felt the same way. No one wanted to talk in case the feeling wore off. The silence dragged on and Melaleuca started to feel as if she had just lost a long time friend.
‘Did everyone go somewhere after the desert?’ She finally said.
They nodded.
‘I was sailing,’ Ari said and an aching need to tell them rang out in his voice. ‘And then climbing, exploring, and I came to the mountains, my mountains. They were so large and filled with grandeur that at the highest peak I could see into space and beyond.’
Melaleuca filled her eyes with sympathy – she knew what he meant.
‘After the desert I found myself commanding millions, both armies and civilizations. My mind now seems fogged but I could see into the hearts and desires of everyone, even my enemies.’ She added with a forlorn gaze, ‘But it feels so long ago.’
Lexington shook her head, swallowed and blinked back tears. ‘The desert again. It’s a clue. It has to be...though it felt real and then the next bit? That was surely a dream. I know it must have been.’ Perplexed she added in a panic. ‘Where I went, I can feel the memory of it fading!’
‘Then tell us quickly so we remember for you,’ Melaleuca said.
‘My mind opened,’ Lexington told them, ‘and threw me across an ocean that felt like it took a thousand years to cross, until I came to a great darkness and before I could wonder at it, I was thrown into the centre of what felt like a million suns.’ Lexington choked up and held back tears. ‘I started to be shown how everything worked - life, everything, and now all I can do is remember it without actually knowing any of it.’ She screwed her face up in frustration.
Quixote giggled at the others. He still had his characteristic impish look on his face. Whatever he had seen changed him little, and he stood and grabbed one of the yellow bracelets again.
It stopped glowing.
‘Oh,’ Quixote said.
They all stood and peered into his hand - the bracelet now a cold grey circle of ordinary-looking metal. Melaleuca picked up a yellow bracelet and it became as grey as Quixote’s had, and both Lexington and Ari did likewise and their bracelets turned grey.
‘I feel sad,’ Lexington said. ‘I wanted this to take me back.’
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