“What’s the story here?” I asked Mark, gesturing to the sad remains of a once-great city.
Mark nodded. “They didn’t officially give it a name, but they should have called it World War Three,” he said. “Except that it wasn’t about countries. It was Ravinia against the rest of the world.”
“Who won?”
“Nobody. Though I guess you could say it was Ravinia. Once it came to power, Ravinia thought it had crushed all of its opposition. But a revolt was brewing. It took centuries to grow strong enough to challenge the Ravinian authority. Up until then, if you weren’t a Ravinian, you lived in squalor. The people finally grew strong enough to fight back in numbers large enough that it scared the Ravinians. So this is how they dealt with the revolt.”
“By destroying the city?” I asked.
“Many cities. But not before moving the most valued possessions of the world to their various conclaves.”
“So that really was Big Ben back there? And the Taj Mahal and the Mona Lisa!”
“Yup. They have hundreds of those garden spots all over. Once they looted the world of its treasures, they unleashed Armageddon. Basically, the entire arsenal of mankind was ignited. I think in some places they even used nukes. Like in Washington DC. From what I heard, it only took a few days, and the entire non-Ravinian world was laid to waste… along with most everyone in it.”
Looking down at the devastation, Mark’s story seemed possible. It truly was Armageddon.
Mark continued, “They didn’t kill everyone, of course. There were survivors. But not in any numbers, and certainly not enough to stand up to the Ravinians.”
“When did it happen?” I asked.
“I’m not exactly sure. I think it was about four years ago.”
That rocked me. “Four years ago? That’s all?”
Mark turned away from his flying long enough to give me a dark look. “I think it was the turning point of Third Earth, Bobby.”
I couldn’t breathe. Was it possible? Had we been sent back too late? Was the battle for Third Earth, and Halla, truly over before we’d had a chance to stop it?
Mark looked back ahead. He had tears in his eyes. “I just don’t get it,” he said. “Obviously this is all about Saint Dane, but what does he gain by destroying most of the population of Earth?”
I didn’t answer. I knew of course, but it wasn’t the time to give Mark a crash course in Solara. Still, he deserved an answer. Every last survivor deserved an answer.
“Because it’s about more than just Earth,” I said. “And it’s about more than Halla, believe it or not. What Saint Dane is doing is crushing the positive spirit of man. Once that happens, he can rebuild a universe any way he chooses.”
Mark frowned and nodded. There was no way he could understand exactly what my words meant, and maybe it didn’t matter.
“But there is hope,” I added.
“Is there?” he asked, sounding tired and a little more than skeptical.
“The hope is you, Mark. And everyone like you. It’s about all those who were exiled through the flumes.”
Mark gave me a surprised look.
I added, “Why do you think Saint Dane wants you dead?”
“Because we’re all that remains of the opposition.”
“That’s more true than you know. What happened to you when you went into the flume in the Bronx on Second Earth? Where did you go?”
Mark’s expression turned dark. “Cloral,” he said softly. That was all he said at first. I think it was tough for him to wind his mind back to that time. He was struggling to keep a lid on his emotions. I didn’t want to press him, but I had to know.
“I messed things up pretty bad, Bobby.”
“You?” I said, trying not to laugh. “Mark, with all that’s been going on, I don’t think there’s anything you could have done that would make it any worse.”
He didn’t believe me. Something was eating him up.
“Tell me,” I said.
After another minute Mark got himself together and told me his story.
“A couple dozen of us ended up on Cloral in that under- water cave. I was the only one who knew enough to swim out. But once we got to the surface, it was nuts. It wasn’t like the Cloral you described in your journals. There were battles between barges. The raiders were everywhere. Each barge was like its own fortress trying to defend itself. We were picked up by some raiders and forced to work on their ships. It was nasty.” He looked me dead in the eye and said, “It’s where I learned to fight. You don’t want to know why.”
There was one question I had to ask. I had been holding off because I was afraid of the answer, but I couldn’t wait any longer.
“What about Courtney? Was she with you?”
Mark shook his head gravely. “No. I don’t know what happened to her. We went into the flume together, but she didn’t land on Cloral. Once other exiles started arriving, I started piecing together what must have happened. We figured that the Ravinians were tossing their enemies into the flume and sending them to other territories randomly. A few more showed up on Cloral. There may have been others, but I had no way of knowing.”
Mark hadn’t yet heard about the Bronx Massacre and the multiple thousands of people that Ravinia tossed into the flume that black day in Yankee Stadium.
He added, “I haven’t seen Courtney since we went into that flume together.”
“We were afraid you were all executed,” I said.
“Sometimes I wish we had been.”
My heart ached for my friend.
“How did you end up on Third Earth?”
“I didn’t know what had happened on Second Earth, but from the way things were going with Ravinia, I was pretty sure it was lost. That meant Third Earth was the only territory that Saint Dane hadn’t brought to a turning point. As dumb as this sounds, I still felt as if we were on the mission, Bobby. I wanted to get here to try and stop Saint Dane. I gathered together a bunch of the other exiles, and we mutinied against the raiders. We stole a couple of skimmers and took off to the flume. I hoped that a Traveler would come by, maybe even you, and get us out of there, but nobody showed. I knew that traveling without a Traveler would damage the flume, so we sat and waited. I don’t know for how long. Too long. I was beginning to think we’d have to live in that underwater cavern, eating the fruit from the walls forever. I finally couldn’t take it anymore and called “Third Earth” into the flume. I knew it was wrong, but I guess I was going a little out of my mind. I expected things to start rumbling, but nothing bad happened. The flume activated normally and we were on our way here. Twenty of us. At first I thought it was okay. I hoped things had somehow changed. It wasn’t until we got here that I realized I was wrong. As soon as we set foot on Third Earth, the flume started rocking. It was like Eelong all over again, Bobby. The flume collapsed. It was my fault. Bringing those guys here was wrong. I’m the one who destroyed the flumes.”
I smiled. Mark gave me an odd look. I guess that’s what happens when you bare your soul to your best friend, and all he does is smile.
“You didn’t destroy them, Mark. It would have happened anyway.”
“But… what?”
I wanted to put his mind at ease, but I didn’t want to start the whole lesson on Solara just then.
“The flumes were destroyed, Mark,” I said. “All of them.
It had nothing to do with you. Trust me. There are bigger forces at work.”
Mark stared at me a long time, trying to understand. He wanted to believe, but he was having trouble. “Are you serious or just trying to make me feel better?”
“Both.”
“You’re not kidding?”
“No. It wasn’t you, Mark. I swear.”
He relaxed. It was like the weight of guilt was physically lifted off his shoulders. Mark may not have understood it all, but he believed me. Probably because he needed to.
Although, his story raised questions. I knew exactly how the flumes were destroyed, but now I wasn’t so sure when they were destroyed. I had thought it happened right after I was sucked into the flume on Second Earth. But if Mark had lived on Cloral for so long, the time lines didn’t match up. As confusing as that was, it actually fit with what I was seeing. Sort of. Mark aged when I didn’t. Though it felt like minutes, I may have been floating in time and space limbo for years. Or maybe time didn’t matter once you left a physical world. Or maybe now that I knew I was a spirit, any pretense of living a normal physical life didn’t matter anymore. Or maybe I should stop freakin’ worrying about things I couldn’t control. Yeah, that was the way to go.