“He’s going to be okay,” I told her.
Twig squealed with delight and threw her arms around me. I wished I could have been that happy. I was, actually. I was thrilled that Loque was alive. But the other news he delivered kind of put a damper on that.
“He fell asleep,” I added. “Stay by him.”
I left Twig with Loque and walked out of Tribunal Mountain. I walked toward the beach on Ibara, but my mind was elsewhere. It was in Rubic City. Rather it was below Rubic City. Was it possible? Could Saint Dane unearth the flume by using Flighters to dig with their hands? No wonder we hadn’t seen a single Flighter try to land on Ibara. They were busy. Busy digging. Busy trying to spring Saint Dane from the prison I’d created for him.
I arrived at the beach, sat down in the sand and looked out to sea. Ibara was truly paradise. I’d grown to consider it my home. I didn’t want anything more to happen to it. The people had been through enough, dating back to Aja Killian’s time. As I sat on that beach, smelling the sweet flowers that framed the bay, I made a decision. As much as I didn’t want to, I had no choice.
I had to learn the truth.
I had to go back to Rubic City.
JOURNAL #34
(CONTINUED)
IBARA
You can’t leave us,” Telleo commanded. “Not now.”
We were alone on our perch, high above the growing village of Rayne. Telleo was the first person I told about leaving. She was the only person I fully trusted to take care of Loque. She had to know that she would be on her own.
“I don’t want to go,” I argued. “Believe me. I really don’t want to go. But I have to.”
“Why?” she demanded to know.
I didn’t know how to explain this. No, I take that back. I knew exactly how to explain it, but not in a way that anyone from Rayne would understand. I decided to tell the truth, more or less.
“The guy who launched the attack on Ibara is still around,” I said. “Loque saw him. He’s organizing the Flighters. Who knows what he might try next? If we’re in for another war, we need to know about it so we can be prepared.”
“Send someone else,” she insisted. “Haven’t you done enough? You’re on the tribunal now. You can’t just run off on some…some…spy mission. Send some men from the security force.”
“It’s more complicated than that,” I explained patiently. “Trust me. It’s way more complicated.”
“That’s exactly what Remudi said before he left to go on his mysterious mission. Look what happened. He was killed playing a foolish game and we lost a tribunal member. The people look up to you, Pendragon. You have become their guide into the future. If you’re not worried about yourself, worry about your people. They love you. I love you.”
Whoa. I hadn’t expected that. Telleo stood close and took both my hands.
“Don’t act all surprised,” she said. “You know I love you. Please don’t leave me.”
Okay. Awkward. Telleo was putting herself on the line. How could I tell her I didn’t feel the same way? Things were going badly enough as it was.
“You know how I feel about you, Telleo. I wish there was another way. There isn’t. I’m going to go talk to your father now and let him know what I’m going to do.”
Telleo looked down. I think she realized that she had lost the argument.
“When will you leave?” she asked softly.
“Tomorrow morning. First light.”
She nodded. Accepting it.
“You can help,” I added. “Take care of Loque.”
“I’ve been doing all that I—”
“I know. I’m asking you to watch him. Don’t leave him alone until he’s well enough to take care of himself. Either you or Twig or Krayven should always be with him.”
“Why? What are you worried about?”
“I’m worried there might be people around we can’t trust.”
“What?” she asked, stunned. “Like who?”
“Just take care of him, please?”
“Tell me who you think—”
“I don’t think anything. I’m just worried about Loque. Promise me you’ll protect him. He deserves that.”
Telleo nodded. She didn’t understand, but she nodded.
“Talk to my father,” she said. “I’m going to stay here and look out on the beautiful village we’ve built and pretend that everything is going to be all right.”
I let go of her hands and left her alone. It was sad. Things had been going so well. The future was bright for Ibara. I didn’t want to believe that could change. I had made up my mind to do all I could to secure Ibara’s future. At that moment, to do that, I had to go to Rubic City.
I found Genj alone in the tribunal cavern. I quickly explained to him about what Loque reported to me. The Flighters were still around. They were active. They were organized. I repeated what I’d said to Telleo about the man who was running the show. Of course, I didn’t go into any real details about Saint Dane. Genj already knew of him. To Genj, he was the guy who launched the dado attack. That was enough.
“Can’t we send others?” Genj asked. “You are on the tribunal now. The people need you.”
“I know that,” I said. “And by going, I’m doing exactly what I have to do to protect them. I can’t do that from here.”
“Have you told Telleo?” he asked.
“Yes. She wasn’t happy about it.”
“She loves you, you know.”
I nodded.
Genj put his arm around me and said, “We owe you a debt that can never be fully repaid. All I can ask is that you come back to us. I don’t want to lose two friends in such a short time.”
“Two?” I asked.
He gave a tired sigh. “Have you forgotten about Remudi? He also went on a mysterious mission. He never returned.”
Right. Of course. “I didn’t forget,” I said softly.
The two of us hugged. There was nothing more to say, so I started for the door. I got halfway across the cavern floor when a thought hit me. Something was wrong. It was something Genj said that triggered it. I turned back and asked, “What did I tell you about Remudi?”
“What do you mean?”
“What did I say happened to him?”
“You said he was killed by the man who destroyed the pilgrim ships and staged the attack on Ibara.”
“Right. Did I tell you how he died?”
Genj frowned and shook his head. “No.”
I walked back toward him. Alarms were starting to go off in my head.
“I never gave you any details?”
Genj shook his head.
“Are you sure?”
“Of course. Don’t you think I’d remember something like that? If there’s anything more you can tell me, please do.”
I could feel my heart pound. I hadn’t told anybody about how Remudi died. No way I would have. It would have meant explaining about Quillan. And the games. I never would have told anyone on Ibara about that.
But Telleo knew.
Only a few minutes before, she said how Remudi was killed playing a foolish game. That’s what she said exactly. A foolish game. I heard it. I was there. How could she have known that? There had to be some explanation. Maybe Siry told her. Or Alder. My mind flew back to a million different moments. Things that were said. Comments that were made. Was I being paranoid?
Genj must have sensed my growing panic and asked, “What’s wrong, Pendragon?”
“I’m sorry for asking this, I really am, but you told me Telleo and her mother had a great relationship. You said they were like sisters. Can you think of any reason why Telleo might say she had problems with her mother and would never talk about her?”
Genj straightened up, as if I had slapped him. “That’s insanity,” he barked. “The two were inseparable. Telleo held Sharr’s hand until the moment she died. They couldn’t have been closer. She would never say a harsh word about her mother.”
“Unless she didn’t know what kind of r
elationship they had,” I muttered.
“Pardon me?”
I couldn’t catch my breath. My head got light. I think I was hyperventilating as I backed out of the cavern room.
Genj called out, “Pendragon? What’s wrong?”
“Close off the mountain,” I ordered. “Send a security team to the medical section.”
“What? Why?”
“To protect Loque.”
I turned and sprinted out of the tribunal’s cavern. I desperately hoped that I was wrong. If I wasn’t, Loque was in trouble. Suddenly the strange overdose made sense. Loque had information. He had seen things—things Saint Dane didn’t want me to know. Was it possible? Could Telleo be Saint Dane? Had she tried to kill Loque? As I ran down the stone stairs, barely staying upright, I thought back to the time we had spent together. There wasn’t a single moment that she and Saint Dane were together, but that alone didn’t make her guilty. There had to be other clues.
I hoped that I was being paranoid. Maybe Telleo truly hated her mother and hid it from Genj. That was possible. Or maybe Telleo didn’t really mean what she said about her mother. She might have been in a bad mood. It happens. It could all have been a misunderstanding.
Except there was no way she could have known that Remudi died playing a game. I had no explanation for that one. As I ran, I tried to convince myself that I was overreacting. I didn’t want to believe that I had been fooled again. Unfortunately, I wasn’t doing a very good job of convincing myself. In my heart I knew the truth.
Telleo was Saint Dane. Loque was in danger.
I hit the ground floor of the mountain, ran through the stone corridors, and finally arrived in the medical area. The place was empty. No doctors. No Twig. No security. I didn’t hesitate and flew into Loque’s room.
Telleo stood next to Loque, gently laying him back down on the bed. She had a brown cup in her hand.
“Stop!” I shouted.
Telleo jumped in surprise.
“Get away from him,” I ordered.
“Quiet!” she said harshly. “He’s asleep.”
I leaped forward and grabbed the cup. It was empty.
“What did you give him?” I demanded.
“A sedative…to help him rest. What’s wrong?”
“How did he get the overdose yesterday?”
“I told you. It could have been from a number of sources. Can we discuss this outside?”
There wasn’t time to do this dance. If she had given him something lethal, time was critical. If she hadn’t, then I was an idiot. I had to know which way this was going to go.
“Tell me how you knew Remudi died playing a game.”
Telleo’s eyes widened. She took a breath, ready to answer, then stopped. My gut clenched. I wanted her to keep talking. I wanted to hear the logical explanation. I wanted her to say that Siry told her all about the Quillan games. Or Alder. Instead, she exhaled and smiled.
“So close,” she said calmly.
That’s all I needed to hear. If I hadn’t grabbed the end of the bed for support, I would have fallen over.
“A momentary lapse,” she lamented. “A simple, foolish mistake. Slip of the tongue. I’m embarrassed.”
I was hearing the words but didn’t want to accept them.
“Don’t worry, Pendragon,” she said. “I didn’t poison him. At least not this time. It was different before. He hadn’t told you what he knew.” She gently stroked the hair back from Loque’s forehead. “His death now would be pointless.”
“Don’t touch him,” I spat.
“I hadn’t anticipated this,” she said, pulling her hand away from Loque. “Without him you would have no idea what was happening in Rubic City. Or maybe you had suspicions and pretended not to care. After all, you took yourself out of the equation when you blew up the flume. You’re finished with being a Traveler.”
I wanted to leap across the bed and throttle her. Telleo had been my best friend since the moment I arrived on Ibara. We shared everything. The realization that she was Saint Dane all along made me want to scream.
“Telleo’s dead,” she said, as if reading my mind. “Since before you arrived. I didn’t learn as much about her background as I should have. I’m surprised it took you this long to have suspicions.”
I swallowed, trying to get my wits back. “I did actually. I just didn’t put it together until now. That’s not like you, Saint Dane. You usually don’t make mistakes like that.”
Telleo shot me a look and broke into a wide grin. It was an odd reaction. It threw me.
“Of course!” She laughed, as if realizing something she hadn’t thought of. “That’s exactly what you would assume.”
“What are you talking about?” I asked with caution and more than a little confusion.
“It appears I’m better at this than I thought.” With that, Telleo began to transform. Her image melted before my eyes. She became a moving mass of liquid smoke. I knew what was coming, or at least I thought I did. I was ready to see her become Saint Dane. She didn’t. When the transformation was complete, I stood face-to-face with Nevva Winter. It was a good thing I was still holding on to the bed, or I would have gone over for sure.
“Surprise,” said the beautiful, dark-haired woman from Quillan. “It was fun while it lasted, wasn’t it?”
I opened my mouth, but no words came out.
Footsteps were heard outside, coming quickly. It was the security detail I had asked for.
Nevva walked quickly to the window, then turned back and added, “It’s too late, Pendragon. While you were busily rebuilding this sandy village, the Convergence has begun. Unlike you, Saint Dane didn’t quit. I suggest you continue to enjoy your oblivious little life here. At least what’s left of it.”
I ran for Nevva too late. She dove out the window, already transforming into the raven that quickly flew away. A second later the security team entered the room.
“Is everything all right?” the first guy to arrive asked.
I stood at the window, numb. I didn’t even bother to look out. My entire world had collapsed. Nothing was what I had thought it was. I had been played as a fool for months.
“Yes,” I said in a soft whisper. “Everything’s fine. False alarm. I’m sorry.”
“We’ll wait outside,” the guy said.
“Sure, whatever you want.”
They gave me an odd look, as if I were acting strangely. Which I was. I didn’t care.
“Go!” I shouted.
The security guys quickly backed out of the room, leaving me alone with Loque. I looked down at the sleeping Jakill. He was out of danger. He would live. But what kind of life had he come back to? What was Saint Dane’s plan for Ibara? Was it possible that this Convergence was truly under way? Had Saint Dane unearthed the flume? Was Nevva lying, or was it really too late?
I sat down. I had to think. I felt like such an idiot. If Loque hadn’t beaten the odds and pulled off an impossible escape, I’d still be clueless. But clueless to what? What was going on? There was only one way to find that out. Other than learning that I had been a total idiot, nothing had changed. I knew where I would find the answers.
Rubic City.
JOURNAL #34
(CONTINUED)
IBARA
I planned to leave before sunrise.
I wanted as much daylight as possible to navigate my way across the ocean, back to Rubic City. I would have left right then and there if I hadn’t thought I’d get totally lost at sea. Besides, I needed sleep. There was no telling when I’d get another chance. It was going to be a long, grueling trip, and that would be the easy part. I had to be at my best. Or at least, I needed to be at my most awake.
I found an empty room with a bed near where Loque was staying. I lay down and proceeded to stare at the ceiling for the next several hours. So much for sleep. It’s not easy to relax when so much is bouncing around inside. Things had changed so drastically, so quickly. When I destroyed the gate to the flume, I truly believed I w
ould never have to deal with Saint Dane again. I had had enough. I thought I had done more than my part and deserved to let it go. Trapping us both here was the perfect solution. Or so I thought.
The thing is, once the pressure was off, I totally gave myself over to my new life. I think you probably got that from my earlier journals. For the first time in a long time, I was looking forward to the next challenge, as opposed to always looking over my shoulder, wondering when the next disaster would hit. I had put the battle with Saint Dane behind me. Rebuilding Rayne was like rebuilding my own life as well. I accepted the fact that I’d never see Second Earth again. Or my family. Or you guys. That was the only regret in an otherwise perfect plan.
But since Loque returned, I not only found out that Saint Dane might possibly find a way out of here, but the new life I had been building was with the enemy. Nevva Winter. A traitor to the Travelers. I may be slow, but I’m not dumb. Saint Dane must have sent her here to watch me. No, it was more than that. In the form of Telleo, she supported me. She made me love Rayne. She and her father took the place of the family I had lost. I can’t help but think that my wanting to live the rest of my life in Rayne was exactly what Saint Dane wanted. I may have been done, but he wasn’t. He wanted me out of the way while he worked to reopen the flume in Rubic City. He sent Nevva Winter to make sure I didn’t leave.
Okay, maybe I am dumb.
How could I have kidded myself into thinking that Saint Dane would just lick his wounds and not cause any more trouble? Had I wanted out of this battle so badly that I would throw logic away? It was beginning to look that way. I figured I could beat myself up over it, or I could move forward. But what did that mean? I had totally checked out of this war. Other than writing these journals and examining the flume-grave on Ibara every once in a while, as far as I was concerned, the fight for Halla was over. I was done. Would I be able to jump back in?
The answer I came up with was yes…and no. When I wrote that my days as a Traveler were over, I meant it. Halla would have to take care of itself. Of course, that was an easier choice to make when I thought Saint Dane wouldn’t be jumping around to cause trouble. Still, my feelings hadn’t changed. I had done my part. I was finished. But I didn’t plan on being a total load and hanging out eating pineapple. Part of the decision I made when I destroyed the gate was that I was going to do all I could to help rebuild Veelox. That’s exactly what I’ve been doing, and I’ve loved every minute of it. At least every minute until I heard Loque’s story.