Red Leaves and the Living Token (22 page)

After a moment he came rushing back to her. "We need to get out of here, fast."

"But what about that man on the ground out there. He looks hurt." She pointed towards the meadow just beyond the trees.

"I'm sure his friends will take care of him." He tried to corral her back into the forest down the mountain slop.

She stepped around him. "They're not helping him, Grandpa!"

He turned. The other men were running towards the forest off to their right, abandoning the man on the ground. He grunted in frustration then shook his head. "It's too dangerous, my girl."

She folded her arms. "I helped you, and that was dangerous!"

He looked back at the man lying in the clearing. He wasn't making any attempt at fleeing the danger growing over head. "OK, OK. I'll go. But you stay put."

Her Grandpa was a good man, she'd always thought. He always went around helping people. That's the way she wanted to be when she grew up.

-

Handers saw someone coming out of the forest. He sat up to get a better look, hoping it wasn't another of Lord Valance's helpful friends coming back to get something else from him.

It was Bedic! What was he doing here? How could he have possibly known? It didn't matter. Really, there weren’t many other people he'd rather see coming out of the forest. If anyone would know how to handle the mess he'd caused, it would be Bedic.

"What did you do?" Bedic yelled as he stomped across the meadow towards him.

"What do you mean what did I do?" Handers said defensively.

The funnel cloud dropped down. The back bone a giant creature appeared to be swimming just beneath the surface of the clouds like a whale beneath the water, peaking up for a moment then disappearing below, back lit by the occasional bolt of lighting. Two enormous arms pushed out of the clouds from where he saw the arched back and shot straight at them.

"Bedic!" Handers yelled.

Bedic turned to see the two monstrous hands with claws slashing towards him. Faster than Handers thought possible, the old man whipped something out from deep within his robe. A bright light filled the darkness as he withdrew a small dagger from its sheath and held it above his head.

The gnarled hands recoiled as though they’d been touched by something hot. Then they dissipated in a puff of thin trails of purplish black vapor. The funnel stopped dropping towards them, redirecting away to the side.

"Waah... What is that?"

"This?" He lowered the dagger. "You've been where I've only dreamed of going. You went inside the Temple. You should know more about this than I do."

"Weapons of the Crown." Handers mutters to himself.

"Weapons of the Crown?" Bedic asked, taking a step forward.

"From the pool." Answered Handers.

Bedic charges towards him. "You went down?" He stomps around in a circle unable to control himself. "You went down? You did this?" He points to the ruins of the temple. You're responsible?"

He darted over and grabbed Handers by the cuff and shook him. "They trusted you enough to share this place with you. They wanted to help you get your boy back. They may have even offered to heal him. And this is what you do? You spit in their face! You desecrate their most holy sanctuary!" Bedic looked him up and down in disgust. "Why'd they pick you?"

Handers pushed him off. "You don't know anything!" He tried to get up but collapsed right back to the ground. "I did what I thought I needed to do to get my son back! I didn't come here with an instruction manual!"

"What did you do?" Bedic asked again.

"Don't preach to me old man! I came here with one goal. That was to get my son back. I only took what I thought would help make that possible. I thought that was what was being offered!"

"What did you take?" He waited for an answer. "No. I know what you took. But you didn't just pick it up. You had to break it free. You broke it out."

"Yes, I took the Crown! But I didn't know it would do this!" He pointed up at the sky. "I swear, I didn't know. I was just trying to get my son back!"

Bedic charged at him again. "Where is it? What did you do with it? He kicked dirt on him. "Come on!"

"I didn't know, Bedic!"

"Where is it Handers!"

"Valance took it!"

Bedic froze. "No!" He whispered staring past Handers, his eyes glazed over.

"He was armed, what did you want me to do?"

"You have no idea what you've done." He whispered.

Handers sat back, defeated.

"This has been foreseen. It's been written. The storm will spread, infecting everything trapped under its shadow, the soil, the rivers and lakes, the air, the trees and grass, our food crops, everything!

"And then he'll attack." Bedic finished.

Handers leaned forward. "That doesn't make any sense! I'm not going to take responsibility for destroying the world just because I took something I thought would help me get my son. Especially when it was being offered to me! That's just ridiculous!"

"Don't tell me there was no warning. Don't pretend you knew nothing of what you were doing!" Bedic stepped backward. "You're just like Valance!"

"What?" Handers didn’t know Valance that well. But he didn’t like being compared to someone Bedic despised. "Oh, that's really fair Mr. high and mighty. Have I lied to anyone? Have I intentionally tried to hurt anyone? No!"

Bedic retreated towards the forest. "No Token, no Crown and no Temple." He turned back to Handers with a face torn with rage. "You!" He pointed a shaky finger at him. "You stay away from me! You knew! You knew what you were doing. Now you've killed us, Handers! You've killed us all!" "

Bedic stumbled back towards the trees.

I knew nothing, Bedic! Bedic! Hey, don't leave me here, Bedic! Please!" Handers yelled after him. "Valance left me to die! If you do the same, you're no better!"

Bedic stopped for a moment then continued passed the trees towards Sinesh.

She stepped out from behind the tree she'd been hiding behind. "Grandpa? I thought we were going to help him." She cocked her head curiously, then took his hand and led him back towards the clearing.

He resisted. "No. Sinesh. We can't. He’s dangerous."

She continued to tug. "We can't leave him!"

He scowled at her, then glanced back at Handers with an angry grunt.

"Come on Grandpa! We have to hurry."

He threw his hands up in the air. "Unbelievable!"

She grabbed his hand again and pulled him through the trees towards Handers.

-

Moslin pushed Emret up a rocky trail that switched back and forth up the mountain side above them. The dense forest made it hard to see how far up or down they were. All they had to gauge their progress was time and fatigue.
 

By the sun, Emret guessed it was now late afternoon. That had to put them pretty close to where they needed to be. The carriage they rode from the city had dropped them off at the end of the canyon road by late morning. And from what Emret could tell that road brought them most of the way up the canyon. They really should’ve only had a short ways to walk.

A bright flash lit the sky above the forest towards the top of the mountain, followed by a deafening blast. They both ducked in reaction, covering their ears.

In the distance they saw a black jet spraying up into the clouds from somewhere beneath the tree line.

"What is that?" Emret asked.

"I don't know." Moslin answered, a little shaky.
 

Emret stared at it, waiting for it to stop. "I've never seen anything like that?"

The spray collected in the sky rolling out into thick dark clouds. Moslin backed Emret's chair down the slope. "I think maybe we should head back."

Emret turned to her. "No. Wait."

"You wanna keep going up towards that?" She asked.

"No." He stared at darkness.

She twisted his chair around and pointed him down the mountain.
 

"No. I mean. I don't want to go all the way up there." He clarified. "I don't think we have very much further to go."

She threw her hands up in the air. "OK, well, I think, Emret, I'm going to have to insist."
 

"Moslin, I promise, we're almost there!" He pleaded with her.

She put her hand to her temple in frustration. "I'm not gonna keep taking you up the mountain. Look at the sky Emret. We have to get out of here now!"

"I'm not leaving!" He wheeled his chair around and pushed
 
with all his energy. The chair inched forward up the steep slope. "I'll meet you back at the bottom. You don't have to come!"

She stamped her feet. "You are an impossible, little boy, you know that?"

He proceeded with out her, zig-zagging back and forth across the trail to lessen the slope. She watched with her arms folded as he progressed by the inch. "You're as stubborn as your father!"

Emret ignored her, saving his concentration for the climb. He was surprised that he was able to make as quick of progress as he did. As long as he could maneuver around any large rocks or wash outs he didn't have too much trouble. After a moment he stopped to catch his breath. His chest throbbed from the exertion.

"Good. Had enough?" She asked.

"Nope!" He answered, then started to zig-zagging up the trail again.

"Hrrrr!" She grunted in frustration. "Come on, Emret!"
 

He kept wiggling his way up the mountain.

"I can't believe this." She stomped after him. "Fine, you've got twenty more minutes and then I'm dragging you down the mountain by your fur!"

Emret smiled.

-

The sun dipped down just below the trees, as Moslin continued to push Emret up the trail. Emret was running out of time, and he knew it. Once the sun set they’d have to turn around. The forest was already getting dark, and that meant a much harder way back. In fact, he was surprised Moslin hadn’t stopped them already.

He tried to think of a strategy to convince her to keep her going, so he’d be prepared for when she tried to make them stop again. He knew they were close, but he could also tell she was reaching her limit.

Almost on cue, the wheel chair stopped abruptly. He turned and looked up at her, ready to start his argument for continuing, but she wasn’t looking at him. She was focused on something off in the trees ahead of them.

“What is that?” She asked.

Emret turned to where she was looking. A faint, but unmistakable, glow lit up the underbrush, as though someone was hiding in the bushes with a lantern.

“That’s it!” He shouted. “That’s what we’re looking for.” He couldn’t believe he’d almost missed it. He’d been so focused on coming up with his next argument to keep them going that he had stopped looking.

“What do we do now?” She asked. She still hadn’t moved or looked away.

"Could you push me over there?" He asked.

"Sure," She pushed him forward again.

The glow brightened as they approached. Shafts of light peeked out from under the drooping leaves of the undergrowth. She crouched down half way behind the chair and pushed as quietly as she could, as though she was going to scare it way.

"What is it?" She whispered.

He bent over and brushed a leaf aside with his hand. Bright light beamed out from a cavity below the leaf. The source of the light was siting on the forest floor. It was a small object shaped like a small plant. He scooted to the edge of his chair reached his hand down in between the plants towards it.

"Be careful!" She cautioned.

As soon as his finger touched the glowing white surface, his mind went blank. Then he saw himself laying on the forest floor, bathed in a red glow. Just beyond his reach was a shimmering red leafed seedling. It looked almost identical to the white glowing object he had just touched.

He saw himself gather his strength and then stand up without wavering. He stepped forward, solid and sure. This was what he'd come to find, he thought. It was true! He would be healed!

His surroundings changed, and he saw his father running through the forest. Then without warning, his father’s legs buckled, sending him tumbling to the forest floor. He looked over at his father and saw a dark pool of blood flowing out from under his chest. His father wasn’t moving.

Everything around Emret shrank, and he found himself back in the forest, his finger touching the white seedling shaped object.

"Emret? Emret!" Moslin shook him by the shoulders.

"Dad!" He cried.

"You OK?" She asked.

He stared at her, disoriented. He wanted to tell her what he had just seen. He wanted to share the weight of it. Was that the price of his healing? His father would be injured? Killed? How? Was his father already in the forest somewhere looking for him? They'd have to find him. They'd have to stop it. What ever it was that happened.

He turned back to the object and curled a leaf half way around it to pick it up.

Moslin gasped as she caught sight of it for the first time. "That's..." She stammered. "Why... Why is that here?" Tears swelled in her eyes.

"What is it?" He asked.

"The Token!" She cried. "The Token," she said softer. This is impossible." She wiped a tear from her cheek.

"What's wrong?" Emret asked, not sure why she was upset.

"It’s just... I've been struggling with a lot of things since we came here. You know, what we found in the city, or didn’t find… That wasn’t exactly what I expected.

"I grew up believing the world was a certain way. And when we came here the facts indicated that the world was not that way. My father... all the things he taught me growing up. I really needed those things. When Anesh died... finding the empty earth in the courtyard… He lied to me. All those years.

"But..." She put her hand near the Token as though she wanted to hold it. "This... What you've found. It gives me hope that some of what my father taught me was true.”

He needed it to be true even more than she did. If it wasn't, he would die. He held up the Token for her. "This part's true, Moslin!"

She smiled and put a hand on his shoulder. "I'm sorry I made it so hard for you to get here."

Then she noticed that something was happening around them. The plants of the undergrowth, as well as the trees above them, had shifted. Every leaf, every branch, and every vine had rearrange and untangled itself. Every part of every living plant surrounding them was now pointing in one clear direction. Due East.