I’m facedown in scorching hot sand. It’s in my mouth, up my nose, I can barely breathe. I know I should
get up, try to roll over, but my bones ache too much. I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to block the pain all
over my body. I finally muster the strength to rise, but when I place my hands down to push myself up, the
sand burns them. I let myself fall back.
‘Marina?’ I groan.
She doesn’t respond. I still can’t open my eyes, but I listen carefully for any signs of life. All I hear is
the wind and sand whipping against my body.
I try to speak again, but can only muster a whisper. ‘Marina? Somebody, help me. Eight? Ella?
Anyone?’ I’m so confused I even call out for Crayton. As I wait and hope for a response, I’m hit with the
memory of Crayton’s dead body. I see it all happening again. Ella’s tears. The Mog attack. Hooking my
hand inside Marina’s elbow and Eight saying, ‘Here we go.’
The sun is so hot above me my hair feels like a blanket of fire on my neck and shoulders. Finally, I
manage to roll onto my back, and to lift my arm and shield my eyes from the blinding light. Slowly,
blinking, I open them a bit at a time. I don’t see anyone. Just sand. I struggle to my feet and hear Eight’s
voice echoing in my head: ‘I really hope this works. I’ve never tried to bring anyone else.’
Well, it looks like it didn’t work. Or, it worked, but not for me, for all of us together. Where did Ella
and Marina end up? Are they together? Is Eight with them? Are we all in different corners of the world?
Or am I the only one alone? My brain is frantically churning through all the different possibilities. If
we’ve not only lost Crayton, but also been separated, torn apart, we are so much farther away from our
goal. I feel sick with the frustration and panic. All we’ve worked for, everything we sacrificed to go to
India and find Eight – it might have been for worse than nothing.
I’m alone under a cloudless sky and a sweltering sun, with no idea of where I am or how in the world
I’m going to find another living soul, Garde or not. I scan every direction, hoping to see Marina stumble
over a dune with her hand waving above her head, Ella not far behind, or a laughing Eight, cartwheeling
across the sandy expanse, but all I see is a desolate desert.
I think about what Eight told us about how this teleporting thing works. Wherever it is that I’ve landed,
I know I’m near one of the blue Loralite stones. Even if I don’t have his teleporting Legacy, I’m hoping I
could still use the Loralite in some way. I drop to my hands and knees and furiously start to dig. I have no
way of knowing where the thing is, where to start looking, but I’m desperate. So desperate I barely notice
the sand burning my fingers.
But the only rocks I find are tiny, cracked and ordinary. Out of breath, sweat pouring down my face and
into my eyes, I finally stop and sit back. I can’t afford to expend what little energy I have this way. I need
to find water and shelter. I cock my head and listen to the wind, hoping for some kind of sign, but there’s
nothing and no one. Nothing but sand and dunes for as far as the eye can see. And that leaves nothing for
me to do but walk. I look up at the sun, orient myself using my shadow, and start to trudge through the
sand.
I walk north. With no protection from the blazing rays, my eyes stinging from my sweat running into
them, and the pain of the hot sand whipping against my entire body, I feel vulnerable in a way I’ve never
felt before. Everywhere I look, there is just an endless view of the same, and I know my body can’t
endure this intense sun for a long period of time. I struggle for a few more steps, then I turn invisible to
escape the relentless heat. This will make it hard for anyone to find me, but I have no choice. Then I use
my telekinesis to hover above the Earth, just to keep my feet away from the burning sand. The higher
vantage point only confirms my long-distance assessment of sand, sand and more sand. I squint, hoping to
see a road or sign of civilization of any kind each time I pass a dune. But the only thing that changes, the
only variation in my endlessly sandy view, comes in the form of devilish flowering cacti and chunks of
petrified wood. The clear, cloudless sky mocks me, offering not even a bit of white to manipulate into
creating a thunderstorm. When I rip open the first cactus I come near, I am devastated to find it doesn’t
hold enough water to begin to quench my thirst.
Eventually, just as my energy and spirits are almost at their end, mountains appear on the horizon,
giving me at least the prospect of some salvation. They look like they’re at least another day’s walk away,
though it’s hard to know for sure. They’re definitely too far to reach today and that is enough to send my
hopes plummeting. I know I need to find shelter.
I turn visible and hope someone will see me. I look up at the sky and see the first group of clouds of the
day. My heart leaps and I feel a small surge of energy I did not know I even had. I concentrate on creating
a storm, just a tiny one, above me. The rain is brief, but awesome nonetheless. It’s the only reason I don’t
collapse and just give up.
I keep moving until I at last come across a low barbed-wire fence. Just beyond it I can make out a faint
dirt road. It’s the first sign of civilization I’ve seen, and I’m so overjoyed I can even pick up my pace to
reach it. I follow the road for a mile or so before I reach a small hill, which I manage to get up and over.
On the other side, miraculously, I see outlines of several small buildings. I can’t believe it. Should I
believe it? It has to be a mirage.
But, no. The closer I get, the more convinced I am these structures, these signs of life, are real .
Unfortunately, the closer I get, I can also see the buildings are full of holes; crumbling, wooden skeletons
abandoned to the relentless attack of the desert. These buildings represent what happens when you’re
stuck in a place like this. I’ve stumbled into a ghost town.
Before I let my disappointment bring me to my knees, I focus on what might have been left behind.
Before the ghosts took over. Plumbing? A well? I stumble around, searching inside and outside the
structures, trying to find some source of water. I have been reduced to that one, essential ingredient. I need
to find water. Everyone needs water, so there must be some, somewhere, right?
No. Or, at least, there is none that I can find. I guess there must have been a well at some point, but
there isn’t one now. Buried by sand, ripped out by space aliens, who knows? The despair that comes over
me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. Alone, no water, no food, no proper shelter. I yell, as loud as I
can, ‘Is there anyone here? Please! Someone! Anyone!’
A wood beam creaks from somewhere on my right. It’s not exactly the answer I’m looking for.
I look inside each building; as expected, each is emptier than the last. After I’ve confirmed just how
alone I am, I pick the corner of what I believe was once a grocery store to rest for a bit. I try to imagine
the building stocked with food and water, just to entertain myself. I pretend I’m going to cook a huge meal
for the remaining members of the Garde. At the long table in my mind, Marina sits between Eight and
Ella. I put John at the head, with me at the other end. I imagine Nine and Number Five are with us. They
kid around with each other, and share stories about all the places they’ve been. Everyone is laughing,
congratulating me on the feast I’ve prepared, and I tell them all I’m just happy they could make it out here.
‘What’s your favorite memory of Earth so far?’ I imagine Marina asking the table.
‘Right now,’ John says. ‘This one, right here. Safe, with all of you.’
We all agree, raising our glasses to successfully finding each other. Number Five gets up, leaves the
room and reenters with an enormous chocolate cake. Everyone cheers and plates are passed around.
When I take a bite, it’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever tasted.
Of course, none of this has happened. I’m just a lone, crazy person, sitting in an abandoned,
brokendown grocery store in the middle of the desert. I must be crazy, because as I come out of my dream
of feasting with the Garde, I realize I am chewing. Chewing air with a satisfied smile on my face. I shake
my head and will away my tears. I have not battled Mogs, survived a Mogadorian cell and watched
Katarina die to have it all end in the middle of the desert, alone. I pull my knees up to my chest and rest
my forehead on them. I have to figure out a plan.
It’s still sweltering hot when I leave the ghost town. I’ve rested from the sun for a while, but I know I
have to keep moving before I lose all of my strength. I’ve walked about a mile towards the mountains
through the burning sand when I feel the most intense cramping in my legs and stomach. I focus what little
mental energy I have left on uprooting a few nearby cacti and manage to get a mouthful of water from
them.
I concentrate on my Legacy and try to summon another thunderstorm from the few scraggly clouds
overhead, but all I manage to create is a plume of sand that washes over me, burying me up to my knees.
For the first time, I’m not just nervous about what’s to come; I’m scared I’m going to die out here. I
have nothing left. The Elders chose me as a warrior to save our race, and I’m going to die in the middle of
a desert.
I feel myself starting to panic, to truly lose it. I have just enough of a grip to know I can’t lose it – I’m
so vulnerable out here that it will be all over if I do. I’m so desperate I think back to last night, and my
imaginary meal with the rest of the Garde. To keep myself focused I think about what I wish I could say to
them right now.
Hey,Marina,how are things? Me? I’m in a desert heading to some mountain. I’m guessing I must be
in New Mexico, based on what Eight said about where he was able to teleport to before.I’m growing
weak, Marina. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.And I don’t know where you are,but please,
please find a way to get from wherever it is you landed and come and find me.
Ella? Do you know how sorry I am about Crayton? I know how much it hurt, watching him die,
leaving him behind. I promise you, we will avenge his death, and I will be the one out front. If I make it
out of this desert, I will avenge all of Lorien.
Eight, I couldn’t find the Loralite. I see no sign of food,water,shelter,civilization,and I am
alone.Can you tell me where the Loralite is? I want to get out of here; I want to find you guys.
I don’t even feel stupid, chatting in my head to people who are almost certainly on the other side of the
world. I close my eyes and desperately wait for someone to answer me. No one does, of course. So, I
trudge on. It gets harder to place one foot in front of the other. I start to waver, listing to the right, then the
left, almost falling but catching myself at the last moment. Eventually, though, I can’t steady myself and I
fall forwards. I resign myself to crawling and continue like this for a while with my eyes closed against
the blinding sun. After a while I look up to check where the sun is in the sky and again think I’m imagining
a mirage when I see a gate made of solid metal a few hundred feet away. It’s over twenty feet tall, topped
with spiraling barbed wire. Even from this distance, I can hear the hum of electricity. The fence is
charged. This goes a long way towards convincing me it isn’t a mirage.
Although I have no idea what’s behind this gate, I need help, and I’m at the point where I don’t care
where that help comes from. I crawl over to the gate and manage to sit up. I wave my hands over my head,
hoping it’s monitored.
‘Please help me,’ I manage to whisper, my throat as dry as sandpaper.
The gates don’t open and no one emerges. I let myself slide back down into the sand. I try to gather the
last bit of strength I have to make one more go of it. I roll over onto my stomach and pull myself slowly up
to my feet. I decide to test the fence. What’s a little electricity after near starvation and life-endangering
thirst? I look around and spot a small cactus. I float it up into the air, and drop it onto the fence, where it
sizzles and pops. The charred remains fall to the ground, smoking.
I let myself fall first to my knees, then onto my side, then, finally, roll onto my back. I close my eyes. I
feel blisters forming on my dry lips. I hear a faint mechanical noise behind me, but I can’t lift my head to
see what it is. I know I’m losing consciousness. There’s a swirling echo in my ears and then a low
drumming. A few seconds later, I swear I hear Ella.
Wherever you are, Six, I hope you’re okay, she says.
A short laugh comes out of my mouth, followed by a sob. I’m sure there would be tears, if I had any
moisture left in my body. I’m dying in a desert, Ella, I respond. The one with the mountains. I’ll see you
on Lorien one day, Ella.
I hear her voice again, but I this time I can’t make out what she’s saying. She is drowned out by a new
noise in my head, choppy and loud. And then I feel it. It’s a high wind that whips my hair over my face. I
slowly open my eyes to see three black helicopters hovering over me. Men yell for me to put my hands
over my head, but all I can do is close my eyes.
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