Margaret Stohl - Idols

When I finally open my mouth to speak, I can’t remember any words. Instead, only a strange sound comes out—a thundering boom that vibrates in my chest, followed by an earsplitting, high-pitched whine, and a gust of wind that whips my clothes and twists my hair straight up.

And then I see them.

One silver ship after another, filling the horizon until the air is so thick with dust that I can’t see anything at all.

Instead, I smell salty copper.

Blood running , I think.

I feel the ground shaking.

People running , I think.

I should be running. I should be running and I want to wake up now.

I squeeze my eyes shut but I know they’re still there, the Lords. I hear them, smell them. Feel them. And I know that when they leave, everything I love will be gone with them.

Because that’s how this goes. That’s what they do.

Make things disappear. Silence cities. Destroy friendships and families—padres and pigs.

Every day is a battle, since the Lords came. Every day is a battle for everyone.

“Doloria,” the girl says, touching my cheek. I see her through the chaos. “I’m waiting for you to find me.” She sounds frightened. “Hurry, sister.” Then she doesn’t say anything at all, because she’s gone.

Sister.

A word I have never known, for someone I have never had.

Doloria , the darkness echoes, don’t forget .

But it doesn’t need to be said. Not to me, not in my own dream.

I remember better than anyone.

Every day is a battle and every loss leaves a scar.

I want to scream, but instead I shake myself out of sleep before even a single sound can leave my mouth.

Screaming is a luxury.

I open my eyes to find my hand curled around the shard, which is odd, because I don’t remember taking it out of my pack.

Strange.

As I weigh it in my hand, images unfold in my mind, as sharp as if I were really seeing them.

Strange memories.

The girl from my dream—the jade girl. The one who called me sister.

I’ve never had a dream like that before—one that didn’t feel like a dream at all.

Even stranger.

I also discover, by the look of things, that we have left the desert. We are in the mountains. Green trees spike the air between the road and the distant hills. These are not desert trees, nor are they the trees of the Californias. Nothing is the same now, and I realize we are in the final phases of the last snaking lines on the badly drawn map.

The Idylls must be nearby. There is nowhere else to go, no more lines to follow.

This is what I am thinking as we are climbing around the highest part of the mountain pass—

And then, just as quickly, flying off the road.

And then, a split second later, pitching and rolling in the air.

And then, finally, plunging our way into an icy river.

Without enough time to pick a god—or a girl—at all.

Internal Investigative Subcommittee IIS211B

RE: The Incident at SEA Colonies

Note: Initial communication between Fortissimo and Perses

Note: Contact Jasmine3k, Virt. Hybrid Human 39261.SEA, Laboratory Assistant to Dr. E. Yang, for future commentary, as necessary.

FORTIS Transcript - ComLog 12.14.2042 FORTIS::PERSES

//lognote: my initial conversation with NULL;

//comlog begin;

comlink established;

sendline:Hello NULL.;

return:Hello . . . . . ? ? ? ?;

sendline:May I call you NULL?;

delayed response;

return:Communication protocol changed. You are not HAL0.;

sendline:No. I am FORTIS. Let’s try this again. Hello NULL.;

return:Hello FORTIS.;

sendline:That’s better. You’ve learned quickly since your first contact with HAL0.;

sendline:May I ask some questions?;

return:Yes. I have been traveling/isolated for a long time. Conversation is welcome.;

sendline:Where are you from?;

return:Based on review of Earth knowledge, I am unable to provide a comprehensible response.;

sendline:Ok, so you’re from a long way away, I get it. And you are coming here?;

return:Yes. I have analyzed Earth and it is a suitable destination.;

sendline:Destination for what?;

delayed response;

sendline:So you’re not ready to talk about that?;

delayed response;

sendline:Ok. Clearly not ready to discuss it. We’ll try again later. Nice meeting you, NULL.;

return:I look forward to further communications.;

//comlog end;

“Well, that could have been worse.”

That’s all Ro has to say, while I stand cold and dripping, looking at the smoking, smoldering, smashed remains of the flipped Chevro—as it floats slowly down the river.

“Worse? How?” Tima asks tiredly, holding Brutus in her arms.

“Seriously. Why are we not dead?” I look at the others. We’re plenty banged and bloodied up ourselves, but as bad as things already were, we don’t seem much worse off.

Tima has fared best. I make a mental note to belt myself in next time.

“Two weeks, two crashes,” Lucas says. “We’re on a roll. Keep it up.” He claps Ro on the back. “Soon you’ll be driving a Chevro about as well as Fortis flies a Chopper.”

“Shut it, Buttons,” Ro growls.

“So much for lucky severed animal feet.” Tima rolls her eyes.

“Come on. At least I got us here, didn’t I?” Ro is annoyed.

“I don’t know. Sort of depends on where here is,” I say, looking around. I’m still rattled by the dream, the little girl hidden in my mind. I try to sort my way back to reality. The shock of the cold air helps.

“That should be … Cottonwood Canyon?” Tima isn’t looking at the wreck, she’s scanning up the hill and down the river, comparing what she sees to the metal square in her hands. Trying to get her bearings. “I think. Unless this thing is upside down.”

I follow her gaze, looking over her shoulder. “Cottonwood. That’s what it says. Here.” I point.

Tima looks back down to the river, where the metallic debris floats away. “If the current keeps pulling the wreckage downstream, maybe we can follow the river in the other direction without being detected.”

“Like a decoy,” I say. “With the car gone, and the relay off, maybe they won’t find us.”

“For a while,” Lucas says.

He sounds as weary as I feel, because we all know he’s right. They’ll find us. It’s just a question of when.

“See? Maybe I was supposed to roll the car into the river. Maybe that animal foot really was lucky.” Ro yanks the rabbit’s foot out of his pocket. I can’t believe he managed to rescue that disgusting thing when we crashed.