The Lost City of Faar

CLORAL

Descending into Faar wasn’t exactly like diving into the unknown. We had just come from there. But to say that things had changed a little would be a major understatement. We sort of knew the geography of the place, but now that it was underwater it would be like traveling through the dangerous insides of a giant sunken ship. The whole space would be filled with water and that meant stuff would be floating all around.

Still, I didn’t think we had a choice. There were a dozen Faarians down there who could still be alive, and Uncle Press was with them. We had to give it a try.

Spader drove the hauler back toward the coral reef that was the dome over Faar. He kept making slight maneuvers he didn’t need to so he could get used to the controls of the hauler. Smart idea. Better to get totally familiar with the craft out here in open water than down in the murky depths.

As we approached the coral reef, I looked for the hole that Saint Dane had blown open. It would be our doorway into Faar. It wasn’t hard to find. There were long, parallel lines dug into the reef that must have been caused by the huge volume of water that was pulled across it as it was sucked toward the hole. It was like a road map. All we had to do was follow it.

A few moments later we both saw our goal. The huge, jagged hole stood out like a black scar on the reef. It looked even bigger up close than it had from down below. Spader stopped the hauler just shy of the edge and we hovered there, looking at the damage in silence. A moment later something floated up from down below. It was a white tunic, the kind the people of Faar always wore. The piece of clothing rippled and moved in the current. It looked like a lonely spirit leaving the city forever.

“Pendragon, I want to get ‘em out as bad as you do,” Spader said. “But we have to be smart. If it’s a tum-tigger down there, we’ll have to pull out.”

“I understand,” I said.

Spader then pushed the little sub forward and soon we were hovering directly over the middle of the black hole. He looked to me. I nodded.

“Let’s give it a go,” he said.

He toggled a switch on the control panel and we began to sink straight down. We passed the jagged edge of the hole, dropping from the bright blue-green of the ocean into the dark tomb of the sunken city. We first traveled through a debris field of clothes, books, and memories. Everything on Faar that wasn’t attached was free to float around. There were constant bangs and thumps against the bubble of the hauler as we knocked into all this lost junk. I hate to call it junk though, because not long ago these were important possessions. We passed lots of clothing and dishes and we even saw a small doll that a child must have left behind. That one was tough. It made me think of my little sister, Shannon.

Soon it got so dark I lost all sense of direction. I couldn’t tell up from down or if we were even moving.

“Must be some lights on this beauty,” Spader said.

That was important. We had to descend quite a ways before we reached the peak of Faar’s mountain, but before we got there we needed some kind of light to guide us or we’d surely crash into it. Spader scanned the control panel and chose a switch.

“Let’s try this one.”

He toggled the switch and instantly a series of lights sprang to life below the bubble. They weren’t headlights, but they sent out a bright cocoon that allowed us to see a few yards in every direction. It wasn’t much, but at least now we would know if we were about to hit something. I looked to my right and -

“Ahhh!” I screamed, and nearly jumped into Spader’s lap.

It was one of the portraits from the corridor leading to the Council Circle of Faar. I was staring out at a stern-looking guy who gazed right back at me with a sour puss.

“It’s like diving through an underwater junkyard,” Spader said.

“Orgraveyard,”I added.

The portrait floated away and I got my nerves back under control. Spader tried another switch and this time another light kicked on. This one was attached outside of the bubble on my side. It was the headlight we were looking for. Excellent.

“Try that knob there,” Spader instructed.

Next to my right arm were two controllers that looked like video game joysticks. I grabbed the smaller of the two and moved it. Sure enough, the searchlight outside moved too. We had found our eyes! ”Let’s see where we’re going, then,” instructed Spader.

We could only see what the headlight was shining on. Everything beyond fell off into darkness. I directed the light forward and we got our first view of the top of Faar’s mountain. It appeared out of the distance like a ghost. It was an incredibly eerie sight. Luckily the water was pretty clear. I expected there to be sand kicked up and floating around, but it wasn’t too bad. Also, the layer of junk seemed to have thinned out. Most everything that could float was headed to the surface. We were now traveling below the debris field.

“Let’s get moving,” said Spader, and we plunged deeper.

The best thing about having the lights was that we could navigate. Spader dropped the nose of the hauler so we weren’t sinking blindly anymore. We had to descend in circles, like a corkscrew, so that we could drop as straight down as possible.

“I want to see something,” I said and pointed to our left.

Spader directed the hauler to where I pointed and soon our headlight was moving across the platform that had held the Council Circle. As I described before, the marble roof had been knocked off when the water began to flood through the dome. It was on its side now, half covering the platform. The round symbol of Faar had broken off and it lay on the platform, cracked in two pieces. How’s that for symbolism? Most of the marble pillars still ringed the platform, but they no longer had anything to hold up. A few had tumbled over, and now crisscrossed on top of one another.

“Closer,” I asked, and Spader dropped us in for a better look.

We were now hovering only a few feet above the platform. I played the light over the wrecked surface until I saw exactly what I was looking for, but hoped I wouldn’t find. The podium that held the four crystal controls had been knocked over. It was still functioning because the yellow crystal continued to blink. Even now it was sounding the alarm to evacuate Faar. But that’s not what I was looking for.

“Oh, no,” Spader said sadly. He had just seen it too.

From beneath the toppled ceiling, an arm was reaching out. There was no doubt in my mind that it was Abador. He had stayed at his post until the end and was killed when the marble dome crashed down. It seemed as though in his last moments he was reaching for the control podium in the desperate attempt to transpire. He had failed. Of course it was tragedy enough that this brave man had died, but I hated to think that he died knowing he had failed. I could only hope that he knew that Faar had been safely evacuated.

“Let’s move on,” Spader said with respect.

I nodded and he steered the hauler away so we could continue our descent into Faar. All the way down I kept the headlight trained in front of us, looking for any danger in our way. We passed by some familiar sights. We saw the pathways we had walked along. We saw the entrance to our escape tunnel and all the smaller entrances that led deep into Faar’s mountain. As of now the crushing water hadn’t done any major damage to the city. The buildings seemed intact and the paths weren’t washed away. This was great news because if some of these big marble buildings had fallen down and piled on top of the hauler hangar, this rescue would be over before it got going.

I had a brief feeling like we were inside one of those snow globes that you shook to create a storm. I wondered how long it would take for erosion to start doing its worst. Eventually the city would turn to sand, but for now it was intact. It was hard to believe that only a short time ago it had been completely dry and busy with people. ”There we go!” announced Spader.

We were nearing the hauler hangar. I was thrilled to see that it looked pretty much the same as when we saw it last. The building hadn’t collapsed under the weight of the water. There was the pile of dome rubble in front of the entrance, but other than that nothing new had fallen down that would stop us from getting through. Now the question was whether the mechanical arm could move the stuff away.

Spader put the hauler down on the same path we had run along just a while ago. We landed so gently that only a small cloud of sand was kicked up.

“Give it a go, mate,” he said.

He meant the mechanical arm. I grabbed the other joystick that was at my right arm and twisted it. The mechanical sound around us proved the arm was activated and working. The long, white tube of an arm had about four joints so it could move in pretty much any direction. On the end was a large, white mechanical hand. It had three fingers and a thumb, like Fred Flintstone. Swiveling the joystick made the arm move easily. It took me all of thirty seconds to figure out how to move it. Finally I discovered that pulling the trigger on the joystick made the hand close shut. I maneuvered the arm out in front of the hauler, brought the hand back, and right in front of Spader, released the trigger so the hand opened wide — and waved at him.

Spader laughed.

“Iguess you’ve got it figured out,” he said.

I was totally ready to begin the excavation.

Spader gently lifted the hauler off the bottom and got us in position over the pile of rubble in front of the hangar entrance.

“Go slow,” he said. “Once you grab on to a piece, I’ll pull us back. I gotta be careful though, I don’t want to start kicking up sand or we’ll be blind down here.”

I rubbed my hands together, grabbed the joystick, and made my first attempt. I reached the long arm out and found a small piece of rubble. This was just a test. I maneuvered the hand over the chunk, squeezed the trigger, and the hand clamped on. I then lifted the piece away and dropped it off to the side.

“That was spiff,” said Spader, as if he expected it to be harder.

“Let’s try something a little bigger,” I said with confidence.

I saw a chunk of coral sticking out of the pile. It looked perfect to grab on to. Spader didn’t even have to move the hauler. I eased the arm over toward it and latched on with no trouble. But as I tried to pull back, there was some serious resistance.

“It’s not moving,” I said.

“Let’s use hauler power,” said Spader.

He started to ease the hauler backward, but the piece still wouldn’t budge. Spader hit the throttle, the engines whined, but still the piece wouldn’t budge.

Spader said, “Maybe you should try a smaller — “

Suddenly the piece broke free, and so did the pile of rubble. It seemed as if half the pile had been leaning against this one little piece and when we pulled it loose, it was like pulling a card out from the bottom of a house of cards. Huge pieces of dome tumbled toward us and hit the bubble of the hauler. The impact knocked us back and we twisted over on our side. Then another piece hit us from the other side and spun us back the other way. Sand was swirling everywhere. It was impossible to see. Then with a jolt, we hit the bottom on our side and two more heavy pieces fell down on us. There was nothing we could do but hold our breath and hope we wouldn’t spring a leak. We finally ended up on our side with a bunch of broken dome all over us.

“Wrong piece,” said Spader.

“Yeah, no kidding.”

We didn’t move for a while and let the sand settle so we could see what the deal was. I was convinced we were now pinned here on the bottom of Faar and was already making plans to put on our air globes and abandon ship, when Spader gently gunned the engine. I was thrilled to see we could move. He slowly backed us away from the pile of rubble and let it fall down in front of us. We were completely free now, so Spader righted us and we were hovering once again.

“Let’s pick our pieces a bit more scientifically this time, right?” Spader said.

I gave him a sideways “give me a break” look, then started scanning the pile of rubble to choose my next victim. After what had just happened, it was obvious that this wasn’t going to be a quick task. We were going to have to start at the top and only move pieces that were completely clear. We couldn’t afford to have another collapse. This was going to be like playing a game of Jenga… a reallydangerousgame of Jenga.

So we went about the painstaking task of moving the pile. Of course the little pieces were easy. The bigger pieces took a lot more power. One good thing was that because we were underwater, they were a lot lighter than they would have been on land. Many of these pieces were wide, thick chunks of material that withstood centuries of pressure. We pulled off a few pieces that were bigger than a car. I was afraid those pieces would be too much for the hauler, but the little vehicle proved time and again that it was up to the task.

I don’t know how long we were digging. It could have been hours. I tried to focus on the job and not think about the worst, which was that we were too late for Uncle Press and the Faarians.

Finally, with one final tug from the hauler, we pulled over a huge chunk of dome and revealed the doorway to the hangar.

“Yeah!” I shouted.

“Hobey!” added Spader.

It was unbelievable that we had gotten this far. But our victory celebration was short-lived because almost immediately our thoughts went on to the next step. We had no idea what we were going to find beyond that door.

“Uh-oh,” said Spader ominously.

I hated “uh-oh.” Nothing good ever happened after “uh-oh.”

He pointed to a gash that was cut in the wall that must have been made by a falling piece of dome. The gash was so big, it went right through the wall. That meant that as soon as the rising water got high enough, it would have flooded the hangar. We could only hope that the Faarians had their swim-skins, and that they could buddy-breathe with Uncle Press. If not, the hauler hangar was now a tomb.

Spader gently touched the throttle and the hauler eased closer to the door. I shone the headlight on it so we could see exactly what we had to deal with. The door itself was bent. I hoped that didn’t mean it was jammed or anything.

I reached for the joystick of the mechanical arm and was about to go after the door handle, when something caught my eye. It was a flicker of movement. I quickly looked to see that it had come from the gash in the wall. Something was moving in there! ”Don’t stop now,” said Spader with excitement. He’d seen it too.

I had to force myself to keep calm. We were too close now for me to blow it by doing something dumb. So I slowly moved the mechanical arm over to the handle and grabbed on. I tried to tug it open using just the arm, but it wouldn’t budge.

“Back it up,” I said to Spader.

The engines of the hauler began to whine. But the door still wouldn’t budge. Spader throttled up. I could hear the engines strain, but the door wouldn’t move.

“I’m going to really gun it,” said Spader. “If the door pops, release it quick or — “

Crack!

The door gave way. I instantly released the trigger and we went sailing backward. Spader threw on the water brakes and stopped us before we slammed into anything from behind.

“Go back, go back!” I shouted.

Spader reversed the engines and we moved right back to the hangar and to the now open door. I shone the light on it, hoping that whoever was inside would see it and know that this was the way out. We hovered there, and waited.

“C’mon,” I begged. “C’mon!”

“We saw something move in there, right?” Spader asked.

“Yeah, I thought that — look!”

Something moved inside the open door! I held my breath. Was someone still alive in there, or was it a floating corpse?

Then a Faarian in a green swimskin poked his head out of the doorway. He was alive! He held his hand up to shield his eyes from our bright light and looked around the sunken city in wonder. He then gave a wave, and with a kick, began swimming to the surface.

I couldn’t stop smiling. We had saved at least one of the Faarians, but were there more? And what about Uncle Press?

One by one, more Faarians in swimskins began to float out of the door and swim to the surface. It was kind of eerie. They were like green ghosts floating up and out of a grave. Then again, this wasn’t a grave. This building had saved them from being crushed and drowned — or drowned and crushed. It wasn’t a tomb at all; it was their lifeboat.

I kept waiting to see Uncle Press. Since he didn’t have his air globe, I expected to see him emerge from the doorway while buddy-breathing with one of the Faarians. But after counting fourteen swimmers, there was no Uncle Press. I started to get nervous again. Could all the Faarians have survived because they had swimskins, but Uncle Press have died because he didn’t have the right gear? That wasn’t fair. But still, nobody else was coming out! I was all set to put on my air globe and figure out a way to get out of this hauler to go look for him, when a knock came on the outside of the bubble. I turned to my right and came face-to-face with a Faarian in a swimskin. “Ahhh!” I jumped again.

Since the skins completely covered their heads, they were kind of creepy looking. Imagine Spider-man as a frog, and you’d pretty much have a Faarian in a swimskin.

This guy clung to the bubble of the hauler and was pointing at something.

“What does he want?” Spader asked.

“He’s trying to tell us something,” I said.

The Faarian was pointing to something inside the hauler, behind my head. I spun around and saw that perched on a hook behind my seat was a pair of headphones. Spader had a pair behind him as well. I pointed to the headphones and looked at the Faarian. He nodded.

Spader and I both shrugged and put the headphones on. We then looked back to the Faarian and heard a familiar voice say, “What took you so long?”

It was Uncle Press!

“Yeah! All right! Hobey-ho!” we shouted. Spader and I were over the moon. I guess the Faarians had an extra skinsuit in the hangar.

“How did you end up with this hauler?” Uncle Press asked.

“Long story,” I answered.

“How bad is it?” he asked.

“Faar is underwater,” I said. “Saint Dane blew a hole in the dome. But the entire city was evacuated. As far as I know there was only one casualty — the old man from the Council of Faar. What about the other haulers? Were they launched?”

“No, they’re all still in there,” Uncle Press said. “The outside doors were buried.”

That was horrible news. The underwater farms of Cloral couldn’t be saved. Saint Dane was still going to win.

“We should get out of here, mates,” said Spader. “Find something to hang on to, Press. We’ll give you a ride.”

Uncle Press couldn’t get inside the hauler because we were watertight. He would have to hitch a ride to the surface. He found a spot behind the bubble and grabbed on.

“Watch out,” I said. “There’s a lot of junk floating around.”

Spader pushed the throttle, lifted the nose and we began our final ascent from Faar. We had to go slowly because we didn’t want Uncle Press to get swept off. Besides, we weren’t in any hurry. It gave me time to fill him in on all that had happened since we split up. The hard truth hit him the same as it did me. We had totally failed. The underwater farms were still producing poison crops, Faar was destroyed, and Cloral was on the verge of chaos. Even if Yenza had a complete victory over Saint Dane topside, it wouldn’t matter. The damage was done.

The three of us fell silent during our final stage of the ascent. I wanted to take one last look around at the city that died trying to be the salvation of Cloral. The last chapter in the legend of the Lost City of Faar was a tragic one. And no figure was more tragic than poor Abador, Senior to the Council of Faar, who died trying to fulfill his destiny. Whatever transpire was, it would never happen. Instead it would be just one more unexplained mystery in the myth.

That’s when a thought came to me.

“Stop,” I commanded.

“What?”

“Stop right here,” I said.

Spader stopped our ascent and we hovered in midwater.

“What’s up, Bobby?” asked Uncle Press.

“Faar is dead. There’s nothing we can do to save it. And there’s nothing we can do to bring the rest of the haulers up to save the crops, right?”

“Yeah, that’s about how the day has gone,” said Spader. “What’s your point?”

“My point is there’s nothing else to lose.”

“You getting philosophical on us, or is this leading somewhere?” Uncle Press asked from outside the hauler.

“I think we should take it all the way. We should complete Faar’s destiny.”

“Which is…?”

“Transpire,” I said sharply. “I say we finish what Abador couldn’t.”

Uncle Press said, “But we don’t even know what that is. You said yourself it might be a self-destruct mechanism.”

“So what?” I shot back. “If that’s the way the Faarians wanted it, then I think they deserve to end things the way they planned. It can’t make things any worse for Cloral, right? Abador said they had been preparing for this moment for generations. Who are we to deny them?”

I looked to Spader for an opinion. He only shrugged.

“Why not?” he added.

I looked outside the bubble to Uncle Press, but it was impossible to read any expression on his face since it was covered by a green swimskin.

“Do you know how to do it?” he asked.

“I think so.”

“Then you’re right. There’s nothing to lose,” he said. “Let’s do it.”

“Get us back to the Council Circle,” I said to Spader.

Spader took control and we started moving again. In a few minutes we were once again hovering over the platform and looking down jit Abador’s hand that, tragically, had fallen only a few feet short.

“You have no way of knowing this, old man,” I said to Abador. “But we’ll finish it for you.”

“What do I do?” asked Uncle Press.

“You see that blinking yellow light?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“There are three other crystal switches. One of them must be the control to transpire.”

“Okay, which one?”

“Beats me,” I answered. “If in doubt, eenie, meenie, miney, mo. I’m partial to mo.”

“Great,” scoffed Uncle Press, and swam off toward the panel.

He looked at the three other switches: green, red, and white. He first reached forward and pushed the green one. All that happened was that the green crystal started to glow, and the yellow light stopped blinking.

“That must be to turn off the evacuation alarm,” I said.

There were two choices left. From where I sat, the white crystal looked as if it had already been pushed down.

“I think the white crystal raises and lowers the podium,” I said. “It must be the red one.”

“Red it is,” said Uncle Press.

He reached forward, touched the red crystal, and glanced back to me. I gave him a nod, and he pushed it down.

And that’s when the partyreallystarted.

First, the red crystal flashed brightly. That much I expected. The next thing we knew we were surrounded by sound. It started as a low whine, but then grew in volume. It sounded like giant engines were powering to life. Then the mountain rumbled. The waves it sent out from its movement started to buffet the hauler.

Uncle Press shot back to us and grabbed on.

“I think now’s a good time to be someplace else,” he said.

“Hang on!” shouted Spader.

He hit the throttle and we began rising again. The monstrous sound grew louder. The hauler was being buffeted so hard that it was making my teeth chatter.

“You okay, Press?” called Spader.

“Get us outta here!” he shouted back.

Then I heard something new. It sounded like cracking, but it was immense.

“Uh-oh,” said Spader.

There it was again. “Uh-oh.” Ihated”uh-oh.”

Spader was looking up. I looked up too and saw that we were getting closer to the hole in the dome, and safety. But that’s not what the “uh-oh” was about. The trouble was, the rest of the dome was cracking! The rumble was sending shock waves through the water that were so strong, we could actually see cracks traveling across the surface of the dome. But unlike the last time the dome cracked, this wasn’t in one single place. Now, the entire dome was beginning to shatter!

“It’s breaking up,” shouted Spader.

“Get under the hole!” I shouted back. I figured that if it all came down, humpty-dumpty-style, then our only chance of not being crushed would be if we were under the hole.

“I gotta pick up speed!” shouted Spader.

“I’m okay,” answered Uncle Press. “Go!”

Spader pushed us faster. It was a race to make it out of that hole before the whole world came crashing down on us.

“Come on, come on!” Spader coaxed the hauler on.

I killed the lights because we didn’t need them anymore and could use every last bit of power for speed. We then hit the field of floating debris. Pieces of everything hit the bubble. I wasn’t worried about the glass breaking. If the raiders’ waterguns couldn’t shatter it, then I didn’t think a chunk of floating junk could. I was more afraid that something would hit Uncle Press.

“We got it!” Spader yelled.

And a second later we shot up out of the hole and into the light of open ocean. Unbelievably, the dome had held. But we weren’t safe yet. The sound of the roaring engines was even louder outside of the dome. The water was still vibrating like crazy, and there was something new. All around us were massive jets of air bubbles shooting up from around the perimeter of the dome.

“Keep moving!” shouted Uncle Press.

Spader hit the throttle and we sped away. It didn’t matter where we went so long as we didn’t stay here. The jets of air shot up all around us, like fissures opening up somewhere deep below and letting off pressure. There was no way to avoid them. They kept hitting us and knocking us around. This was probably the closest I will ever come to being inside a washing machine.

“Press?” called Spader.

“Don’t talk, drive!” shouted Uncle Press.

Finally we got past the fissure jets and Spader was able to put us right. The water just beyond them was absolutely calm. In seconds we had gone from being tossed in heavy seas to floating as calmly as if we were in a bathtub. It was a strange feeling. I wasn’t complaining.

“Nowthatwas a tum-tigger,” said Spader.

But it wasn’t over yet. The roar of the engines, or whatever they were, was still growing louder even though we were out of the turbulent zone. The air fissures had suddenly stopped erupting, and as soon as the bubbles stopped shooting up, the engines whined louder.

Then we heard another cracking sound.

“The dome’s collapsing!” Spader shouted.

We all looked back at the coral reef, expecting the dome to collapse in. But that’s not what happened. It erupted. Yes, it started to expand upward.

“I don’t believe it,” Spader whispered in awe.

Believe it.

A moment later we saw. Something was pushing the dome up from below. It was the top of Faar’s mountain! In that one amazing moment, it all came clear to me what transpire meant. When Abador and the council debated about whether to reveal themselves to Cloral or remain hidden, they weren’t talking about self-destruction. They were talking about rejoining their world, literally. The preparations that had been going on for centuries were all about pushing the Lost City of Faar back to the surface. The three of us watched in shock as the top of Faar’s mountain broke through the weakened dome and continued to rise toward the surface.

Luckily one of us had the smarts to do a little mental calculation.

“Faar is a big place, gentlemen,” said Uncle Press. “We are still in the wrong spot.”

Good thinking. If Faar was coming up, we were still too close.

“Outta here!” shouted Spader, and hit the throttle once again.

As we sped away I looked back around at the spectacle. The mountain continued its impossible rise up through the shattered dome. In a few moments, the peak would break the surface of the sea. It was awesome… but we weren’t home-free just yet.

“Slight problem,” Spader said while scanning the instruments.

“What?”

“We’re not moving.”

Whatever force was being used to power this city’s ascent had gotten hold of us. It felt as if we were fighting a wicked current coming right at us.

“More power!” I shouted to Spader.

“I’m trying! It’s pulling us back.”

Spader pressed the throttle to full power, but it didn’t help. We were being sucked back toward the mountain. It was like being sucked into a rip-current. But then, suddenly, everything reversed. I didn’t know if the force of the mountain rising was now stronger than the pull of the engines that were forcing it up, but in an instant we went from being pulled back to being pushed forward by a tidal-wave force of water. Our hauler suddenly shot forward faster than it was ever designed to go.

This underwater wave ride lasted a full minute. Finally Spader was able to get control and slow us down.

“I’m taking us up,” he announced, and we shot topside.

A few moments later we broke the water’s surface. I quickly opened the bubble top and pulled myself out to get to Uncle Press. He was exhausted, but okay. He pulled the swimskin off his face and looked up at me.

“Are you sure it was the red button?” he said with a smile.

I had to laugh. Man, this guy was cool.

We then heard something that sounded like a giant whale breaching the surface. But it wasn’t a whale, of course. It was Faar’s mountain. Spader joined us on the top of the bubble and the three of us watched in wonder.

The mountain rose slowly from the water. It was impossible, yet there it was. We were far enough away now that we were safe, but close enough to see detail on the mountain. As it rose higher the marble buildings were revealed along with the paths that wandered between them. Bit by bit the city that had been hidden for hundreds of years was once again feeling sunlight.

“Look!” shouted Spader.

We looked around us and saw green heads popping up in the water everywhere. The Faarians were coming up to witness the rebirth of their home. There were hundreds of them stretched out on either side of us. They all pulled off their swimskin hoods so they could see this miracle through clear eyes.

Faar’s mountain continued to rise. Of course the higher it got, the larger it became. I was beginning to think that maybe we were still a little bit too close. If this thing kept getting bigger, pretty soon we’d be lifted up with it. The mountain now towered over us. What emerged next from below was the hauler hangar that was the lifeboat for Uncle Press and the brave Faarians.

It suddenly hit me that with Faar rising, the haulers came up with it. They could now be pulled from the hangar and sent on their mission after all. This was incredible! There was still a chance to save the underwater farms.

With a final shudder, Faar’s mountain stopped moving. One last wave of water hit us — we rode up and over it, and then settled. The three of us sat there on the floating hauler, in complete awe. We were now looking at a huge island, and a city.

All around us the Faarians began to cheer. They screamed and laughed and hugged each other and they cried. They had gone from losing everything to starting an incredible new life on Cloral. This was their destiny and they welcomed it.

I couldn’t help but think of Abador. I hoped he somehow knew what had happened. It may not have been his hand that brought Faar back to life, but it was definitely his spirit.

There was one other amazing fact. We were now looking at the only dry land on the entire territory of Cloral. As Saint Dane had said to us earlier: “Not bad for an afternoon’s work, don’t you think?”