D. MacHale - The Pilgrims of Rayne

Siry nodded with his mouth hanging open in awe. If there was anything good that came of this experience, it proved to Siry once and for all that the Travelers were real.

He only asked one question: “My father knew of all this?”

“He was a Traveler,” I answered. “This is what we do.”

I was afraid Siry might panic. Having your world turned inside out wasn’t an easy thing to deal with. Everything he’d seen up to this point may have been incredible, but it was explainable. This… wasn’t.

“I’m okay, Pendragon,” he assured me, as if reading my mind. “Just try to give me a little warning before showing me anything else that might make me go insane, all right?”

I almost chuckled. “Okay. I’ll start now. We’re traveling back in time to another territory. We’re going to Veelox before the final fall.”

Siry thought a moment, then said, “I guess I can handle that.”

“Good. Can you handle meeting Aja Killian?”

Siry shot me an incredulous look. I wasn’t sure if he was going to laugh or cry.

“You’re not going to go insane on me, are you?” I asked.

He didn’t have time to answer, because the musical notes that always accompanied a flume trip became louder and more frequent, signaling our arrival on Veelox. We landed. The light of the flume drew back. The music drifted away. We were in pitch dark.

“Where are we?” Siry asked.

“In the past. Your past.”

A thin sliver of light marked the door leading out of the gate. I pushed it open, and light from the tunnel beyond flooded the rocky cave that held the flume. I stepped out, followed by Siry, and pushed the gray door shut behind us.

“That star marks the gate to the flume/’ I said, pointing to the star that was etched into the gray wall. I took his hand and held it up. The stone in his Traveler ring was sparkling. I held my hand next to it, showing that my ring glowed as well. “This helps too. The closer you get to a gate, the brighter your ring will sparkle.”

“Magic,” he gasped.

“I wish it were that easy.”

We were in familiar surroundings. For me, anyway. It was a subway tunnel with broken tracks. No trains would be moving through. We started walking.

“How do you know we’re in the right time?” Siry asked.

“The flume always puts the Travelers where they need to be, when they need to be there. I don’t know if it reads our minds, or if somebody out there is controlling it all like some puppet master. All I know is that, unless I’m totally wrong, we will be on Veelox in the time of Aja Killian.”

We reached the metal ladder that led up and out of the tunnel and started to climb. Every time I saw something familiar, it gave me confidence that the flume had done its job. When I reached the top of the ladder, I pushed on the manhole cover. I had a brief thought that if we hadn’t landed in the right time, the collapsed skyscraper might already be covering the street. The cover pushed up easily. A few seconds later I was standing on a familiar city street.

Siry climbed up to join me and asked, “Do you know where we are?”

“Yeah. So do you. Rubic City.”

Siry looked around in wonder. “No, it isn’t. There are trees and signs, and it looks like people actually live here.” “They do. Or they did. This is the past, remember?” “Where are they?” he asked.

I knew the answer to that, unfortunately. It was time to introduce Siry to Lifelight. We jogged through the empty streets, heading for the pyramid. This was a city that was only beginning its slow spiral into decay. Paper blew along the sidewalks, shops were full of merchandise, and glass windows were still intact. There were smells, too. It made the place feel alive. It would be a long time before the city died completely.

Siry stopped suddenly when he got his first view of the Lifelight pyramid.

“It really is Rubic City,” he said softly.

The skin of the pyramid was once again shiny and black. We started jogging toward the entrance. As we got closer, we started seeing people. A few phaders and vedders were hanging around outside, getting a rare glimpse of daylight.

Siry froze in fear.

“It’s okay,” I assured him. “They’re not Flighters.”

The Lifelight workers gave us strange looks as we entered the pyramid. Once inside, we moved quickly along the corridor with the purple lights that killed any stray bacteria entering the pyramid. I felt the hair on the back of my neck rise up. It was a comforting feeling. It meant that Lifelight was still functioning. I didn’t know for sure exactly when the flume had put us, but it was definitely at a time before the pyramid had failed. Further proof came when we entered the core. Every phader station was operational. All the Lifelight screens were lit. Multiple thousands of jumps were under way. The individual fantasies of every jumper played out on the screens before us. I stole a quick glance at Siry to see his reaction. I think his mind had locked. “You okay?” I asked.

“I thought you were going to warn me before showing me something that would make me insane.” I heard a familiar, bold voice. “Tell me it’s time,” the voice said.

Aja Killian stood in the center of the core corridor, with her hands on her hips and her feet apart, wearing the dark blue coveralls of a phader. She looked every bit as confident as I remembered. Her blond hair was pulled back in a perfect pony tail. She wore the same yellow-tinted, wire-rimmed glasses. The only difference was her eyes. They were as blue and alive as I remembered, but they looked tired. Aja was older, but not just in years.

“Time for what?” I asked.

Aja walked right up to me. “You promised me another shot at that bastard Saint Dane. I want to know if it’s time. Nice clothes, by the way,” she added sarcastically, checking me out.

“Good to see you, too, Aja.”

Aja glanced at Siry. “Who’s that?”

Siry didn’t move. He must have been in shock. After all, he was in the presence of a legend.

“His name is Siry. He’s a Traveler.” “From where?” Aja asked, sizing him up. “From Ibara.”

Aja shot me a stunned look. “Did you say-” “Yeah. Ibara.”

For once the brilliant Aja Killian was speechless.

“There’s another turning point on Veelox, Aja,” I said. “It’s over three hundred years from now, and it’s on Ibara. Ever hear of it?”

“You wouldn’t be here if you didn’t know that answer,” she said firmly.

“Here’s another answer for you. It’s time. You’ve got your second chance at Saint Dane.”

A few hours later the three of us sat in the central core control room of Lifelight. This was Aja’s domain. It was the master control area for this particular Lifelight pyramid. Aja had given us a delicious (not) helping of rainbow gloid, the gelatin-like food that was the staple on Veelox. It was exactly as I’d remembered it. Fruity, unfulfilling, but energizing. Siry was reluctant to try it until Aja looked him square in the eye and ordered, “Eat!”

He ate it all like a trained puppy. It was good to be a legend.

I filled Aja in on most of what had happened since I left Veelox. I didn’t go into great detail, but told her enough so she understood that the thing Saint Dane called the Convergence was about to happen, and the launching point was going to be Ibara.

I went into a lot more detail describing Ibara. Siry helped me there. He was getting more comfortable with Aja and actually seemed to enjoy sharing tales of his home. It was a home that Aja planned. He wanted her to know how she was (would be) considered a hero for having conceived of it.

Aja liked that.

The flume had brought us back to a time when Aja’s plans for Ibara were already formed. She knew that it was only a matter of time before Lifelight would fail. People had already started dying. She hadn’t yet chosen the forty colonists, but had selected Ibara as their destination. It was fun telling her how the plan was going to work beautifully. Ibara became an idyllic, flourishing society that didn’t rely on technology. The population was renewed. Veelox was on the verge of rebirth.