The Lost City of Faar

CLORAL

The booming explosions were coming closer. There were more of them now, and it was getting scary. The ground began to shake under our feet with each new blast.

“What is Saint Dane doing?” I asked nervously. “Does he have some kind of depth charges or bombs or something?”

Uncle Press said to Spader, “Did you see anything on the surface? Any ships?”

“No, mate,” Spader answered quickly. “Nothing!”

More explosions followed. Saint Dane was trying to rip Faar apart.

“Bobby,” Uncle Press said. “The Faarians have to get out now.”

“Excuse me?” I said, not sure if I believed what I was hearing.

“They’ve got to get out of Faar. If they stay here, they could die.”

“But… where are they going to go?” I asked. “There’s nothing but water out there.”

“You’ve seen them in the water, you think they’ll have any trouble?”

He was right. These Faarians were part fish.

“They’ve got a better chance out in the water,” he added. “If they stay here, they’re targets.”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

“Go back to the council. Convince them to… to…” He was having trouble finding the words.

“To abandon ship?” I finished the thought for him.

“Yes, abandon ship,” he said sadly. “Spader and I will do what we can to help them launch the haulers.”

This was getting intense. He wanted me to tell these people to leave Faar… to leave their home. It was a city that for centuries had battled back everything that man and nature had to throw at it. But now they were being threatened by something far more dangerous than people desperate for food, or rising floodwaters. They were now being attacked by pure evil. Even as we stood there, the explosions were getting louder. Uncle Press was right. The Faarians had to get out.

I started to run off but -

“Bobby!” Uncle Press called. “Get your air globe first.”

At first I wasn’t sure why he was telling me this. About a second later, it hit me. We were stuck in here just like the Faarians. If we had to abandon ship, we didn’t have any of those spiffy fish suits with the built-in breathers. We needed our air globes if we wanted to survive… and we definitely wanted to survive.

“What about you guys?” I asked.

“We’ll do what we can down here then meet you up at the tunnel we entered through. Understand?”

I nodded.

Spader gave me a nervous smile. “We’re in a tum-tigger now, Pendragon.”

“Yeah. Let’s not stay long, all right?”

The two of them headed back for the hauler hangar as I ran for the tunnel that led to the aerovator. Using this elevator didn’t thrill me. I always thought you weren’t supposed to take an elevator if there was an emergency like a fire or an earthquake. Being attacked by raiders probably qualified as an emergency, but I didn’t have time to run all the way up the mountain’s paths. I’d probably get lost anyway. So I had to take my chances on the elevator.

I had to circle the big elevator tube until I found a car. When I jumped inside, I realized I wasn’t sure of how it worked. I only saw Kalaloo do it once. I grabbed the handle, pulled it toward me and — whoa! I rocketed off the ground so fast my knees buckled. I nearly got knocked to the floor from the force! I was afraid this aerovator was going to launch off the mountain like a missile, so I quickly backed off on the handle and slowed down. Whew!

The next challenge was to figure out which floor to stop on. I first had to get my air globe, then climb back up to the Council Circle.

After rising up for a few minutes, I took a wild guess and stopped the elevator on one of the floors. When I ran out, I passed a lot of Faarians who looked stunned. There were women gathering their kids together and pressing against the rock walls of the mountain. A few people ran past, pulling on their green swimskins. I guess they figured out for themselves that it would be safer outside in the water. But mostly people just stood around, looking confused, and scared. I thought about screaming, “Get out! Get out! Abandon the city!” but figured they’d think I was a nut job. No, if there was going to be an official evacuation order given, it would have to come from the council.

When I got out of the corridor into the open air, I saw that I was only one level below the rocky entrance to the tunnel we had used. I had made a great guess! So I sprinted up the winding pathway toward the entrance.

That’s when another huge explosion hit Faar. This was the closest yet, and it nearly knocked me off my feet. A few Faarians screamed. They had never experienced anything like this before. Hey, neither had I, but at least I knew where it was coming from, sort of. I’m not sure which was worse, being clueless, or knowing that someone totally evil was out there who wanted to destroy Faar.

Back in the submarine hangar, Uncle Press and Spader were doing all they could to help Kalaloo and the Faarians launch the haulers. Obviously I wasn’t there to see what I’m about to write. It was explained to me afterward.

The Faarian submariners scrambled into their ships. They all pulled on their green swimskins and lowered themselves into the clear cockpit domes. There were two submariners in each hauler. The whole time explosions rocked the hangar, but they couldn’t speed up the process for fear of damaging a hauler.

Finally the first hauler was ready for launching. The airlock door opened behind it and the small craft eased out. Once the hauler was beyond the door, the outer compartment flooded and the ship floated free.

The first hauler was on its way to save the underwater farms of Cloral.

As I ran for the tunnel where we left our gear, the explosions started coming faster. It was like Saint Dane had found his target and was zeroing in. I had no idea what his weapon was, but it was pretty powerful. I could only hope that the Faarians had built this place tough so it could withstand the attack.

I found our gear right where we had left it and grabbed my air globe. For a second I thought I should bring the other two down to Uncle Press and to Spader, but that wasn’t my mission. I had to get to the Council Circle and convince them to abandon Faar. That was the plan; I had to stick to it.

I ran back through the tunnel and made my way out into the light. I quickly debated about the best way to get up to the Council Circle. Should I take the aerovator or just run? Since the aerovator scared me and I had already traveled the paths to the platform once before, I decided to run. It wasn’t easy though. Every time an explosion rocked the place, I was nearly knocked off my feet. Once I almost stumbled off the path and would have fallen down the steep, craggy mountain if a Faarian hadn’t grabbed me. He saved my life. But I didn’t stop to give him more than a quick “thanks.” I had to get to the council.

I retraced the route we took before and was soon running up the marble steps that led to the fancy platform and the Council of Faar. I didn’t know what I’d find there. For all I knew these people had already left. But when I got to the top of the steps, I saw that they were all still sitting on the round bleachers. They seemed to be in heated debate. I didn’t want to step into the middle of it, but I had to. I had to somehow convince these people that the best thing they could do was announce to all of Faar that it was time to leave.

Down in the submarine hangar, the second hauler was ready for launching. The cargo hold was loaded with the precious chemical and the submariners were at the controls, ready to go. Slowly the door at the rear of their pen began to rise. In a few moments the second hauler would be out and on its way The other eighteen haulers wouldn’t be far behind. Things were looking good…

… and then there was an explosion. A big one. It was a direct hit to the air lock behind the hauler that was on its way out. A wave of water blasted in that rocked the hauler forward. The submariners were bounced around like they were in a washing machine. Worse, the half-open door to the sea stopped moving. Several Faarians desperately tried to work the controls to get it moving again, but it was no use. The door was jammed.

Then they discovered something even more ominous. The explosion had done more harm than they first realized. The Faarians discovered thatnoneof the doors behind the haulers would open! This last explosion had done some major damage. If they couldn’t repair it, then the rest of the haulers would be stuck in their pens, unable to be launched.

While the Faarians frantically tried to repair the damaged controls, Uncle Press told Spader to get out of there and bring back their air globes. Spader refused. He didn’t want to leave Uncle Press. But Uncle Press insisted. He reminded Spader that the Faarians had breathers in their suits. If they had to abandon Faar, they would be fine. But as for he and Spader, the Travelers wouldn’t be doing much more traveling.

Spader got the point. He didn’t want to leave, especially when things were looking the bleakest, but he knew he had to go. So, reluctantly he left the hauler hangar and started up toward the tunnel where the last two air globes were waiting.

At the Council Circle I approached the bleachers and heard some of the arguments that were being made.

“We must protect Faar at all costs!” one woman yelled.

“Cloral cannot afford to lose our knowledge and support.”

“It was a breakdown in security,” another man jumped in. “We should never again allow an outsider to enter Faar.”

Another woman yelled at this man, “Wake up! The secret is out. They know we’re here.”

“We can recover from this,” another argued. “We can lock down. We are impenetrable!”

They were arguing in all different directions and getting nowhere. More important, they were missing the big point. Faar was in mortal danger now. I was about to step into the circle, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned quickly and saw that it was the old man who everyone listened to before.

“What is happening below?” he asked.

“They’re starting to launch the haulers,” I answered.

“This… demon who is attacking Faar,” he continued. “What is his goal?”

“That’s a tough one to answer,” I said truthfully. “But right now, he wants to send Cloral into chaos. That’s why he poisoned the crops. The only thing stopping his plan from working is Faar.”

“What kind of person would destroy a city so that he can destroy an entire world?” he asked with pain.

“You said it yourself. He’s a demon. And he’s capable of a lot worse, trust me.”

The old man closed his eyes. I guessed he was processing the information. He seemed hurt by the fact that such hatred and evil could exist. For all of his wisdom, the evil that Saint Dane brought to his doorstep was beyond anything he could imagine.

“This is going to sound horrible,” I continued, “but you have to abandon Faar.”

His eyes snapped open and he shot a look at me like I had just slapped him across the face.

“I don’t think he’s going to stop until this place is rubble,” I added.

“This is our home,” he said defiantly. “It is the home of our ancestors. We will not leave our home.”

I knew exactly what it was like to be asked to leave home, but I didn’t want to go down that road with him.

“I know, it’s a horrible thing,” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “But if your people stay here, they might die.”

“And what if this attack is unsuccessful?” he asked.

“Then they come back,” I answered quickly. “Simple as that.”

Two more explosions rocked the dome. The old man lost his balance, but I grabbed his arm and held him up before he could spill. The council members fell silent. That last jolt was pretty hairy.

“I don’t think there’s much time,” I said.

The old man looked at me. I saw the pain in his eyes. He had made his decision. He stood tall and walked back into the council meeting. All eyes were on him. No one said a word. He walked directly to the center of the circle and addressed the crowd.

“It is time to act,” he said.

He then knelt down to the floor and lifted up a piece of tile. He reached into the space that the tile had covered, and he must have turned a switch or pushed a button or something because the floor began to move. A two-foot-round section of floor rose up and up and up until it became a podium in front of the old man.

The council members watched in awe. Some whispered to each other, but most just stared. I had no idea what was going on. The podium looked like some kind of control panel. There were four chunks of crystal on top that were about the size of baseballs. One was clear, another green, a third yellow, and the fourth was reddish.

“We have been prepared for such a disaster,” the old man announced to the council. “We must not ignore the inevitable.”

“No!” a man shouted. “You cannot transpire!”

There was that word again. What was transpire? It sounded like some kind of last resort.

“We will not transpire, at least not yet,” the old man responded. “Faar is strong. We may still withstand this attack. But I am ordering the evacuation.”

With that, the old man put the palm of his hand over the yellow crystal, and pushed it down. Immediately, it began to glow yellow, and an alarm sounded. At least I think it was an alarm. It was a loud horn sound that I guarantee was heard everywhere on Faar. From what I could tell, this was a signal. It was telling everyone that it was time to abandon Faar.

The council members hung their heads in defeat.

“Go,” said the old man with compassion. “Join your families. Be sure they get out. If you hear the safe command, then return. But if you do not, my love is with you all.”

Slowly the council members started to file off the bleachers.

One woman called out to the old man, “Come with us. My family will care for you.”

The old man just shook his head. “My place is here,” he said. “There is still the chance we may need to transpire.”

The old guy was going to stay at his post, no matter what. It felt kind of like the sad resolve of a captain going down with his ship. Moments later the council had left the platform and the old man and I were alone. ”What’s your name?” I asked him.

“I am Abador,” he said proudly. “Senior to the Council of Faar.” The guy shuffled over to the bleachers and sat down. He looked tired.

“What is this transpire thing you keep talking about?” I asked.

The old man looked at me with a sly smile. “You have learned much about our world here, Pendragon,” he said. “But there are some secrets that are best kept that way. I will tell you this much: The grand city of Faar is a wonderful miracle. Since we were hidden below the sea, we were never attacked by enemies, we never sought to expand our land, we never wanted more than to better ourselves and be the guardians of Cloral. I truly believe this was possible because we were hidden. We did not face the same difficulties or temptations that control the lives of so many above.”

He took a deep, tired breath and continued, “There have been preparations. We knew the day would come when our existence would be revealed. It was inevitable. Now that the day is here, I face a dilemma. Should we reveal ourselves fully and become part of Cloral once again? Should we allow this perfect world to be infiltrated and corrupted by the petty concerns of the Clorans? Or is it better to cherish what we once had and not allow the dream to be corrupted?”

“I’m not sure I get the problem,” I said. “You’re saying you’ve got a choice between joining the rest of Cloral or being destroyed?”

“That puts it simply,” he answered.

“Then if you’re asking me, I say it’s a no-brainer. You may think the people of Cloral are these horrible boneheads who aren’t as advanced as you guys, but from what I’ve seen it’s a great place. People live in peace. They work hard, they have fun, they respect one another, and compared to where I come from, they pretty much have it all figured out.”

A few distant booming explosions erupted. Abador looked up.

“And what of this… attack?” he asked. “Is this what we have to look forward to?”

“No,” I said as strongly as I could. “This is a different enemy. This attack isn’t just about destroying Faar. It’s about destroying the Cloral I just described to you. And if you call yourselves guardians then you won’t roll over and let it happen. Look at it this way, if you give up now, then you’ve failed all those generations of Faarians who helped Cloral become the place it is.”

Abador looked right into my eyes with that same powerful stare that I had seen before. I hoped I hadn’t pushed the guy too far. But I felt strongly about what I had said. Here he was thinking Faar was such a special place that he wouldn’t want to become part of Cloral. But I didn’t think he truly appreciated what a great place the rest of Cloral was. And now that Cloral was in deep trouble, it wasn’t time for the Faarians to give up. I didn’t know what this transpire thing was, but it sounded to me like it was a self-destruct plan. It sounded like he wanted to destroy Faar rather than let it become part of Cloral. That was dead wrong.

“You must go,” Abador said. “I will think about what you have said.”

“So… you’re not going to transpire or anything dumb like that, right?”

Abador glanced over at the control podium with the four crystals. The yellow alarm crystal was still glowing. He chuckled and looked back to me.

“You are very wise for someone so young,” he said. “But do not make the mistake of thinking you know all there is to know.”

What did that mean? Before I had the chance to ask him, another explosion hit that made all the others seem like minor fireworks. It was deep, it was loud, and it knocked me off my feet. The marble bleachers shifted and Abador was thrown to the platform as well. I got up and helped the old man to his feet, but he pulled away from me and shouted, “Go! Now!”

“You can’t stay here! Let me take you out.”

“Pendragon, my place is here,” he said with absolute authority. “If the worst comes to pass, and Faar is in danger of being destroyed, I must be here to transpire.”

He glanced back at the podium. I now understood, sort of. That podium was the last resort. He said how they had planned for this day, and if all else failed, he needed to be at those controls. I still feared what “transpire” would do, but if this was his destiny, it wasn’t my place to challenge him. No, I had said all I could and now it was time to go.

“Good luck, Abador,” I said. “I know you’ll do the right thing.”

“Thank you, Pendragon. You have helped an old man see things more clearly.”

There was nothing else to say, so I turned and ran off the platform. When I got to the edge I looked down on Faar and saw what the alarm had set in motion. Hundreds of Faarians were streaming along the paths, flowing out of the mountain like ants from their hill. They were all pulling on their green swimskins, ready to hit the ocean. There were men and women of all ages. Many helped the elderly and the very young to pull on their skins. There was no panic; there were no fights. I wondered if they had practiced this before, like a fire drill. They were going to get out in an orderly manner, and that was good.

Then something happened that wasn’t good. It was a very small thing that didn’t mean much to me at first. But a few seconds later the horrible reality hit me like a shot to the gut. It was something that I felt on my arm. It was a little tickle that I scratched without giving it a second thought at first. But then I lifted my arm up and saw it for what it really was, and my heart sank.

It was a drop of water. Nothing more, just a single drop of water. But then, another drop fell on my arm. Just a drop. No biggie, right? Wrong. I slowly looked up and realized with horror that this single, innocent drop of water came from the dome overhead. That could mean only one thing.

The dome that had protected Faar for hundreds of generations was starting to crack.