The Lost City of Faar

ZADAA

Ihave seen things that I never thought possible and most of it isn’t good.

Since I wrote you last, things here have been pushed to the hairy edge of catastrophe and I feel as if it’s up to me to bring it back. The worst part is I don’t know how. Not a clue. I’m frustrated, freaked out, and most of all… scared. Definitely scared. Not only for me, but for the whole territory of Cloral. Whoever had the bright idea of making me a Traveler should be re-thinking that decision right about now. Did I mention how scared I was?

I’m writing this journal from a place that is both wondrous and frightening. As I think back on the events that led me here, I can’t help but wonder where it’s going to end. Every time I think I’ve got a handle on things, something new happens that turns me upside down. I thought I couldn’t be surprised anymore, but I am. I guess that’s why they call it surprise.

Once again we are on the verge of a battle. I don’t want to sound overly dramatic or anything, but if things go south, this may be the last journal I write. I’m not trying to freak you out but, well, okay maybe I’m trying to freak you out a little. Why not? The whole point of writing this is for you to know what I’m going through, right?

I’m getting way ahead of myself. There’s a lot to write about and I don’t have a ton of time. I finished the last journal where Spader and I had hit the flume for Zadaa. There wasn’t anything unusual about the trip, except for the fact I wasn’t alone this time. Spader and I flew side by side. This was Spader’s first flume ride and I wasn’t sure how he would react. He was pretty tense at first, as you can imagine, but once I assured him everything was fine and that he could enjoy the ride, he simply looked forward and folded his arms. We flew along like that for a few minutes and I could tell he was starting to relax. He had been through a lot hairier situations than this under the sea. Maybe not as bizarre as this, but definitely not as hairy.

“What is this, Pendragon?” he finally asked. I could tell he was working really hard to stay calm.

“It’s called a flume,” I answered. “It’s taking us to meet a friend of mine.”

“And where is that?” he asked. “Your home habitat?”

“No, it’s a place called Zadaa. She’ll help me explain to you what’s going on.”

He nodded as if to say, “Okay. I’ll wait until we get there to ask the eight hundred million other questions I have.” He did ask one more question though.

“Pendragon, are we safe?”

Wow. How could I answer that one? I felt totally unsafe every second of every day. But I couldn’t tell him that. I decided to play dumb to the more cosmic issue and only deal with the here and now.

“Yeah,” I answered. “The flume is safe. I promise.”

Moments later we arrived. The flume deposited us into an underground cavern. Big surprise, right? Spader looked back into the flume that had now gone dark, his eyes wide with wonder.

“Don’t worry,” I said. “It works both ways. We can take it right back to Cloral.”

“You mean we’re not on Cloral anymore?” he asked in shock.

Oh man, this guy had a lot to learn and I didn’t know where to start explaining.

“Let’s find my friend,” I said. “Then we’ll try to answer your questions.”

Trywas the right word. There was only so much I was going to be able to explain to Spader. Once he started asking the big questions as to what all of this meant, I’d be just as lost as he was. I needed to find Loor as soon as possible.

I looked around the cavern and saw a pile of clothes. A quick exam showed me they were lightweight white robes, like those long togas they wore in movies about ancient Rome.

“We gotta wear these,” I said. “It’s what people wear around here.”

Spader didn’t question. We took off most of our Cloral clothes, but left on our shorts. Technically that was against the rules, but I wasn’t going commando here. No way. There were also leather sandals and we each put on a pair. As we dressed, I hoped that Spader wouldn’t ask me how these clothes got here because I wouldn’t have a good answer. I supposed they came from the mysterious acolytes that Uncle Press had told me about, but that’s all I could say. Luckily Spader didn’t ask.

As I placed our Cloral clothes on the ground, I saw something that made me smile. There was another pile of clothing there. It was a pair of denim overalls and a pink shirt and a pair of Dr. Marten’s boots — the clothes Loor wore when she came to Second Earth. Seeing these gave me confidence. Loor was definitely here. Of course the trick now was to find her. Up until now Uncle Press had been my tour guide. Now I was on my own. Gulp. I glanced around the cavern but saw no way out. We were surrounded by walls made of brown, sandy stone. A complete 360 showed no entrance, no door, no passageway, no nothing. But that was impossible. There had to be a way out. Then, just before I began to hyperventilate in panic, I saw it. There were footholds and handholds chiseled into the rock that led up toward the ceiling. I walked to the wall and looked up to see. Sure enough, the cutouts led up into a dark crevice. This was the way out.

I wanted to shout “Woo hoo!” but decided I should be cool. Like it or not, I was in charge and I wanted to show Spader I had total confidence, even though I didn’t. So without a word, I began to climb. The cutouts led up into the dark crevice. In seconds, I was totally surrounded by rock. I knew this had to be the way out, so I didn’t panic. After climbing for another few seconds, I hit a dead end — with my head. Ouch. That hurt. My first thought was that we were trapped, but then I realized my head didn’t hurt as much as it should if I had just bashed it into hard rock. I carefully reached up and found that I was right. The ceiling wasn’t rock, it was wood. A quick push up revealed that it was a trapdoor. We were out!

I scrambled up and out, followed right behind by Spader. Once he was out, I threw the trapdoor shut and saw that carved on the top of it was the star that showed this was a gate.

So far, so familiar.

We found ourselves in what looked to be a storage room. The walls were made of the same sandy stone as below, but there were large wooden storage bins that were filled with what looked like metal machine parts. The floor was covered with sand, which made me realize the trapdoor was normally buried. So I quickly covered it over with a few inches of sand.

Spader watched me but didn’t say anything. I’m sure he was trying to process all this new information. His questions would come later.

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s find Loor.”

A wooden door led out of this storage room and as soon as I reached to open it, it hit me that I had no clue what to expect on Zadaa. All I knew was that Loor was a warrior. Obviously that meant that Zadaa wasn’t exactly a futuristic society. I could only hope that it wasn’t like the Wild West and that we wouldn’t have to fight for our lives every step of the way. That would suck.

As soon as we opened the door we heard a loud, steady sound. It was a constant, unwavering roar.

“It’s water,” Spader said.

That’s exactly what it sounded like. Rushing water. But the sound was huge, so if it were rushing water, then there was a lot of it. We left the storage room and made our way through a labyrinth of tunnels cut into the rock. It reminded me of the mines of Denduron, but these passageways were more like corridors than wide mine shafts. Every few feet was another wooden door. We didn’t bother to look inside any of them. This wasn’t about exploration, this was about getting out and finding Loor.

The farther along the rocky corridor we walked, the louder the roaring water became. Finally we reached the mouth of the tunnel and stepped out into an awesome scene. We found ourselves on the bank of an underground river. It was about twenty yards across and moving fast. The cavern we were in was huge, with a high ceiling. To our left, about fifty yards downstream, the river split into three smaller rivers. Each new river disappeared into its own separate tunnel.

Upriver to our right was a waterfall. The water shot into the fast-moving river from a tunnel in the rock face about four stories above us. Mental note to self: Do not fall into this river. Swimming would be impossible because the water was moving so fast. There was no telling where the split rivers led.

“What are you doing here?” came a stern voice.

We both spun around to see a man wearing a similar white robe to the ones we wore. He was a small guy who wore a round gray hat that looked like a baseball cap without the brim. It looked hard, like it was for protection. In his arms were a bunch of rolled-up papers that could have been plans. He had come from the same tunnel we had, which meant he must have been behind one of the doors we passed. He was light skinned, which surprised me because both Loor and her mother, Osa, were very dark.

“I’ve never seen you two here,” he said suspiciously. “What do you want?”

He seemed to be in a hurry and was all sorts of agitated as if our surprise appearance had thrown off his schedule. This was going to be tricky. I had no idea what kind of explanation to give the guy except to tell him the truth — sort of.

“We, uh, we’re looking for a friend,” I said. “Her name is Loor.”

The guy’s eyes widened further. Uh-oh. I must have said the wrong thing.

“Loor?” he said in surprise. “That is a Batu name. Why would you be looking for a Batu down here?”

Good question. Too bad I didn’t have a good answer. Forget the truth. It was time to start lying.

“She, uh, she told me she might be coming down here,” I said.

“Ridiculous!” the guy snapped. “No Batu would miss that barbaric tournament of theirs. If she told you she was coming here, she was lying. But they are all liars, no?”

With that the man hurried off, clutching his rolls of paper. Spader touched me on the shoulder and I saw that he had a look of total confusion on his face. Welcome to the club.

“What did he say?” he asked.

“You heard him,” I answered. “Loor isn’t down here.”

“But how did you understand him? He was talking all gibberish.”

At first I didn’t know what Spader meant, but then it hit me: He was new to the Traveler game. He hadn’t gotten to the point where he could understand all languages, yet.

“Long story,” I said, and ran after the man with the scrolls. Spader followed dutifully. I caught up to the guy and walked alongside him.

“I’m embarrassed to say this, but my friend and I are lost. You know, all these tunnels and whatnot. Could you show us the way to the surface?”

The man stared at me suspiciously. This was a critical moment. If he started questioning me on who we were, we’d be sunk.

“You work in the manufacturing sector, don’t you?” he asked.

“Uhhh, yes! Manufacturing. That’s where we work.”

“Let me give you a piece of advice,” he said. “Do not make friends with a Batu. They cannot be trusted.”

“Yes, good advice,” I shot back. I figured I’d better agree with whatever this guy said if we wanted to get his help. “When I see Loor I’m going to just… call off our friendship.

No more lies! But I have to find her first, so how do we get out of here?”

“Follow me,” he said, and walked off quickly.

Yes! We were on our way out. He led us along the river-bank and right up to the waterfall. As we got closer I saw that it was possible to walk behind the falling water. We climbed a few stone steps and passed right behind the wall of water. Very cool. We then saw that cut into the stone wall behind the falling water, was a tunnel. The man led us inside and after a few steps we came upon a room that had the coolest, strangest gizmo I think I had ever seen.

The best thing I can liken it to is one of those big pipe organs you see in church, but it was ten times the size. One whole wall was covered with pipes of every different size, ranging from about an inch in diameter to as wide as about ten inches. They ran from the ground, all the way up to the stone ceiling.

The guy put his rolls of paper down and stepped up onto a stone platform that faced a vast array of levers, switches, valves, and knobs. There must have been a couple hundred of these controls. I had no clue how he could tell one from another because none seemed to be marked. He walked back and forth on the platform, expertly flipping switches, tightening valves and loosening others. At one point he picked up one of the scrolls, unrolled it to check something, then tossed it down again and went right for a few more valves and opened them up. Whatever he was doing, it seemed very important. At least to him anyway.

Spader gave me a questioning look. I could only shrug. I had no idea what the guy was doing. I didn’t want to ask him either or it would give away the fact that we didn’t belong here.

“Uhhh,” I interrupted. “Excuse me but, you were going to show us the way out?”

The guy kept working on his levers, but looked back over his shoulder at us. I could tell we were bothering him, but too bad.

“That way,” he said, nodding toward an opening cut into the rock on the far side of the room. “Keep making rights, and remember what I said. Do not trust the Batu. Stay with the Rokador.”

Ohhh-kay, whateverthatmeant. I didn’t ask. “Thank you!” I said, and motioned for Spader to follow me. The man went right back to his work and we got the heck out of there.

We walked quickly through the doorway and, as instructed, kept making rights until we found a spiraling ramp that led up. We climbed and every so often we’d reach a new level and saw corridors that led off to places unknown. But, we didn’t need to explore any more of this underground world. We needed to climb out.

After climbing for several minutes we finally leveled off and found ourselves in a room that was full of light. The walls were made of brown stone, but they were smooth, not like the rock below. It was clear that we were on the surface and the room we were in was man-made, not man-dug. A quick look around showed a doorway that led to the light. It was time to take our first look at Zadaa. I had no idea what to expect, but I was getting anxious to see the territory where Loor came from. I led Spader across the room, stepped out into the warm sun, and stopped short because the sight in front of us was absolutely breathtaking.

It was a sprawling city made entirely out of sand-colored stone. Imagine ancient Egypt before wind and time destroyed it and you’d have Zadaa. We stood on a rise that gave us a pretty great overview. There were soaring temples with sculpted figures that towered over the streets below. There were pyramids and tiered buildings with lush hanging plants draped over balconies. In the distance, beyond the boundaries of the city, there was nothing but desert. But the city within was alive with vegetation. It was like a vast oasis in a sea of sand. Running parallel to many of the streets were stone troughs that carried fresh water throughout the city. There were also ornate fountains everywhere. After having seen the river below, I knew what the source was. I wondered if the system of valves and switches that the guy down below was so busily working on had something to do with controlling the water flow.

This was a beautiful city, and I could easily imagine Loor walking the streets. Yes, this was Loor’s home. It made absolute sense to me.

“Where is the ocean?” asked Spader.

His voice was shaky. After all of the bizarro experiences I had put him through, the sight of this city was the first thing that really rattled him.

“Where is the ocean?” he asked again, more nervously.

It suddenly made sense to me. Cloral was a hundred percent water. There was no dry land. Seeing a place that was just the opposite must have been pretty freaky.

“It’s okay,” I said, trying to calm him. “There is no ocean here. At least not one that I can see. These people live on dry land.”

“That’s impossible! How can you live on dry land? There isn’t enough water for power or food!”

Okay, how weird was that? But I guess if you live in a place where everything comes from the ocean, having no ocean would be pretty scary.

“It’s cool, I swear,” I said. “It’s just a different way of living. You’ll see.”

Spader didn’t look so sure, but I wasn’t worried about him. He’d get it soon enough. It was then that I realized something strange. I glanced back out on the city and realized that there was something very important missing. There were no people! This was a huge city, yet the streets were empty.

“Let’s take a look around,” I said, and started to walk. Spader didn’t follow me this time. He was rooted to his spot. I had to go back to him and say, “C’mon! We have to find Loor.”

Reluctantly he followed. We walked along one of the streets that was paved with stone. Towering statues loomed over us as we made our way through this strange and wonderful place.

“I’m having trouble walking,” Spader said.

I didn’t get what he meant until I saw that he looked kind of unsteady. He seemed almost dizzy and had trouble keeping his balance. I realized that he was going through the reverse process of getting used to being on a boat. My father called it “getting your sea legs.” Spader had lived his entire life floating. This was the first time he was walking on solid ground and it was a strange sensation. Spader was trying to get his “land legs.”

I tried not to laugh and said, “You’ll get used to it pretty quick. But if you’re going to barf, let me know.” I didn’t know how far this landsickness might go.

We continued on a little more slowly and started to see some people, but not as many as you’d think. The people up here on the surface had much darker skin than the guy we saw below. These people looked more like Loor and Osa. Their skin was dark, and they wore multicolored robes that were pretty spectacular.

“I wonder where everybody is?” I said. “Maybe it’s some kind of holiday and — ” That’s when it hit me. The guy in the cavern below had said that the Batu would all be at the tournament! Maybe that was why the streets were deserted. Maybe everybody was at this tournament.

The very next person we saw, I stopped and asked, “Excuse me, which way to the tournament?”

It was a woman. She was tall and stern looking. She stared at me as if not sure why I would be asking such a simple question.

“Not many Rokador are interested in the tournament,” she said coldly. “They do not have the stomach.”

Rokador. That’s what the guy down below had said. Maybe the guys who lived below were called Rokador and the people on the surface were Batu. We must look like Rokador. I wasn’t sure if it was because of our white gowns, or the fact that we were pretty pale compared to the people on the surface.

“I think we can handle it,” I said.

The woman chuckled, but I’m not sure if she was laughing with us or at us. She directed us to stay on this street and it would take us right to the tournament. Excellent. We were happening. Spader and I picked up the pace. I felt certain this would bring us to Loor.

As we continued walking Spader got stronger. He was adapting pretty quickly, so I figured it was a good time to start getting him up to speed on things. I began by telling him about the territories and about how they were all connected by flumes. I explained how Uncle Press and I came from a territory called Second Earth and that we were both Travelers who journeyed to the territories to help out in times of trouble. I explained how Loor was a Traveler as well, which is why I wanted her help. I didn’t go into much more detail. It was better for him to get his mind around things a little at a time. For the first time I understood how Uncle Press felt when he explained things to me and I had so many questions. It really was easier to learn things as you went along.

Besides, the cheering up ahead told me that we had arrived at the tournament. Spader and I came to a building that looked like a coliseum. It wasn’t as big though. I guess it was closer to a high school stadium than a pro ballpark. It didn’t look as if we needed tickets either, because we walked right in.

The place was indeed a small stadium. As it turned out, my theory about why the streets were empty was correct. There were a couple of thousand people filling the stands. A quick look around told me that most of the spectators were Batu. They were dark skinned and wearing those colorful robes. But there were also a number of Rokador scattered throughout the crowd. They really stood out with their white robes and lighter skin.

There was a dirt playing field, and for an instant my thoughts went back to the Bedoowan stadium on Denduron and the gruesome quig battles where innocent miners were fed to beasts. I really hoped that they weren’t doing anything nasty like that here.

Spader and I walked up to the railing and looked onto the field in time to see two teams marching in from opposite sides of the arena. They were all Batu — not a Rokador among them. They looked like warriors. Each and every one of these players was lean and buff. They weren’t just men, either. It was half and half, men and women. They all wore these short leather tunics that showed a lot of skin, which is how I could tell they were all cut like athletes. They also wore lightweight protection on sensitive areas like elbows, knees, and the ever important groin. There were ten warriors to a side, and they marched in single file, carrying leather helmets under one arm while holding thin wooden clubs in the other.

“What’s the do here?” asked Spader.

“I’m guessing there’s going to be some kind of contest,” I answered. “My friend Loor is — ” That’s when I saw her. The last warrior to march in was Loor. Though she was younger than the rest, she looked every bit as formidable.

“That’s her,” I said to Spader while pointing to Loor.

“That’s your friend?” Spader asked with a mixture of surprise and awe. “She’s… she’s… amazing.”

Spader stood staring at Loor, unable to take his eyes off her. I finally had to give him a shoveto bring him back to reality.

“Don’t even think about it,” I said. “She’s not your type.”

“What type is she?” Spader asked.

“The type who has no interest in anything but kicking ass. If you think I’m kidding, watch.”

The warrior teams stood on opposite sides of the arena and began the final act of suiting up. Here was the odd part. Each of them had these things that looked like wooden stakes that stuck out to the sides from their elbows and their knees. The stakes were about six inches long. One team had red stakes, the other had green. When they put their helmets on I saw that they also had a wooden stake that stuck straight up like those World War I German helmets. In all, each warrior had five wooden stakes sticking out of them. I had no clue what those things were for but I have to tell you, they looked pretty goofy.

Each team stood in a line, shoulder to shoulder, facing their opponents across the arena. A Batu guy wearing a bright yellow robe walked to the center, where he planted a stick in the ground. On the end of the stick he hung what looked like a necklace made of large, golden teeth. He then silently walked back and entered the grandstand. From the safety of the stands, he turned back to the playing field, raised a golden horn to his lips, and let out one short note.

Instantly everyone in the stands fell silent and focused their attention on the warriors below. I had a moment of fear for Loor. I had no idea how dangerous this was going to be. I knew she could handle herself, but what was the point of this game? I knew nothing of Zadaa and their customs and feared this would be one of those “fight to the death” type spectacles. There was nothing I could do but watch and hope she’d be okay.

The Batu in the yellow robe then gave one long, sustained blast from the horn. All the warriors raised their wooden clubs toward him in salute. Then Yellow Robe stopped blowing his horn, and the battle began. Instantly both teams of warriors let out war whoops and charged toward each other. Loor was right there with them. I wanted to close my eyes, but that would be disrespectful. Whatever was going to happen, I needed to see it.

The opposing teams clashed, swinging their clubs. I quickly saw the purpose of the wooden stakes that protruded from their bodies. They were the targets. This wasn’t about knocking each other’s heads off, it was about trying to knock their opponents’ wooden stakes off. It was all about speed, and balance and blocking shots and returning shots that were well aimed. Of course, as good as they were, many shots missed their mark and there were a lot of painful body shots and whacks to the head. But this was not a blood feud. This was sport. I’m sure the shots stung and there would be dozens of black and blue marks the next day, but nobody was going to die here. Once I realized this I relaxed and tried to enjoy the spectacle.

Loor was on the red team. The green team was bigger and brawnier, but the red team seemed faster and more agile. I wasn’t sure which was more important in a battle like this, speed or power.

It looked like it was going to be power. One red-team warrior had all five of his stakes knocked off in about five seconds. He dropped his club and ran off the field. Now I was starting to get the rules. You could keep fighting until all five of your stakes got knocked off. Then you were out.

Loor was brilliant. She kept to the perimeter of the fighting and took on all comers. She was being more defensive than aggressive, which really wasn’t her style. But it seemed to be working because most warriors had at least one stake knocked off and she still had all five. She jumped and spun and knocked away attack after attack like some kind of fevered Jackie Chan clone.

“She’s the smartest one out there,” said Spader. “And quite beautiful, too.”

I was beginning to think that Spader was really happy about coming to meet Loor.

Then one of the green warriors dove for the golden necklace and began to run off with it. Instantly three red warriors attacked him. The guy didn’t have a chance. His stakes were knocked off immediately and he dropped the necklace. Now I understood the end game. This wasn’t just about being the last one standing. My guess was that if someone grabbed the necklace and made it back to his area, then his team would win. It was like capture the flag. A really scary, painful version of capture the flag.

I then began to see that this wasn’t just a wild clash. There actually was some strategy going on. Loor’s red team took more of the defensive role and assigned a few warriors to guard the necklace. The green team, on the other hand, was all about attacking. It was every man for himself, and so far their strategy was winning. The red team had lost three warriors and several others had only three stakes or fewer. The green team had lost only one warrior and were pressing the attack. It looked as if the way to win this game was to attack with reckless abandon and overpower your adversary.

But that’s when things changed. The remaining red team warriors had gradually worked themselves into a ring around the golden necklace. The green team was too busy slashing and hitting to realize they were being outmaneuvered. Also, the green team had been attacking so hard that they were beginning to get tired. Their swings weren’t as forceful as they had been moments before. I guessed it took more energy to attack than to defend, and the red team still looked fresh.

The red now had formed a tight circle around the necklace and were able to fend off the attacking green warriors with much less effort. Every red-team member was in the circle except for Loor. She was still on the perimeter, playing it safe. Then one of the red-team warriors let out a loud yelp. It must have been a signal, because that’s when Loor made her move.

She dodged around the green warrior she had been battling and sprinted for the circle. At the same time the red team broke open the circle just long enough for her to run inside. Loor scooped up the necklace and then the entire red team formed a wedge to protect her as they dashed toward their side of the arena. It was like a kickoff return right up the middle where the blockers formed the perfect wedge. They bowled over the green team, who were now so exhausted they could barely lift their clubs. In seconds the red juggernaut, with Loor in the center, rolled into their area, the winners.

Loor held up the necklace in victory.

I went nuts. I screamed, I shouted, I jumped up and down and cheered like my team had just won the Super Bowl with a touchdown in OT. It was awesome. Loor was awesome. Agility and skill had triumphed over brawn and might. It was a victory for the little guy and I was loving every minute of it.

Unfortunately nobody else in the stadium was as excited as I was. Here I was jumping up and down like some crazed fan from the Cleveland Browns Dog Pound, and everyone else just sat there, watching me, wondering who this idiot was who had lost control. Every eye in the stadium was on me, including the warriors down on the field. I felt like a total imbecile.

“Is this a custom where you come from?” asked Spader, who was just as surprised at my enthusiasm as everyone else in the stadium.

In fact it was, but that didn’t make this nightmare any easier. I stopped yelling, looked down on to the field and made eye contact with Loor. She too was looking up to see where all the screaming was coming from. She saw me, but at first it didn’t click for her. She was exhausted and still flush from the battle and the victory. Seeing me didn’t compute. It made me feel even worse. She didn’t even know who I was. I felt horrible. Then, a moment later, I saw it in her eyes. She finally recognized me; that’s when something happened that I never would have expected. It was so shocking that I no longer cared about being embarrassed. It just didn’t matter anymore, because as she stood there breathing hard, Loor looked up at me and smiled.