“I will not permit it.”
“You can’t stop me,” I retort.
“Actually I can. I have the power to tear apart any window that you create, and I can do it before the window opens. If necessary, we can stay here for decades and duel with each other, but I would not recommend it. You would lose.”
I start working on a window, to test him, but Art’s smug expression stops me. He’s telling the truth. Cursing, I begin to question him again, but he only turns and walks back to the stone chamber, where a dark grey window is waiting for us.
“What is it to be?” Art asks.
Since I’ve no real choice, I snarl and step forward with him.
Just before I reach the window, Art’s body unravels and he becomes a ball of multicolored light again. “I have to travel like this,” he tells me, his words sounding inside my head. “I need to cocoon you again. But I will resume the shape of Art when we come to our next stop.”
“Whatever.” I sniff unhappily, bitter at being manipulated.
The light sweeps over and surrounds me. When Art gives the command, I step into the window and we progress.
Over the next few hours we pass through several chambers similar to the one on Atlantis. Some are made of stone but others are carved out of wood, metal, or other substances. One is simply a
chamber of lights, a dome of panels and patches. We don’t leave any of these chambers, just stay long enough for Art to open a new window, then move on again.
I’m still amazed by Atlantis, stunned by the proof of other life-forms in our universe. I always assumed we weren’t alone, that there were intelligent beings on other worlds. But to see an actual alien was an incredible experience. Even if it did just look like a big slug!
Art’s a quiet guide. He concentrates on steering us from one chamber to the next. I don’t think it’s easy. These patches of lights aren’t as easily mastered as the ones I’m accustomed to. It seems to be hard work.
I’m still worried about Dervish and the others, and in shock about the loss of Beranabus. But there’s nothing I can do, so I lie back and bide my time. I’m in the grip of something more powerful than myself. I don’t understand it and I can’t fight or escape. Yet.
We pass through another window and I find myself in a waterlogged chamber. I’m not sure what the walls are made of, but it looks like seaweed. As we slip through, parts of the walls glow. It’s not magic—I can see small organisms in the crevices of the greenish blocks. They’re like underwater glowworms.
“We will rest awhile,” Art says, letting the window close behind us. The lights surrounding me shimmer, then slip off, although a layer remains, keeping me dry and providing me with air.
“That’s clever,” I note as the ball of light transforms into a boy.
“What?” Art frowns.
“The shield.”
“It is nothing special.”
“Are you tired?” I ask, detecting weariness in his tone.
“Yes.” He sighs. “Travel of this nature is draining. We don’t normally cross vast distances so swiftly. But time is against us, so I must push myself.”
“How far have we come?”
He pauses, then says, “You do not have words to describe it. Your scientists do, but their terms would mean nothing to you.”
Art heads towards a gap in the glowing blocks and I glide after him. We exit the chamber and I’m confronted with an underwater paradise. I’m blown away by what I see, and it takes a minute before I can do anything except bob up and down in the water and stare.
We’re in the middle of a city. The buildings are all kinds of weird shapes, made of seaweed, shells, and huge, twisting roots. Many rise far above and deep below us, two hundred floors high, maybe more. Most sway gently. All sorts of colors, illuminated by enormous swathes of the glowing organisms I saw in the chamber.
There are no roads, just avenues between, through, and around the buildings. No glass or doors, only scores of holes in the structures.
I spot some creatures. There are hordes—schools?—of them all around us, floating along the avenues, darting in and out of holes in the buildings. They look like the sea life of my world, only more varied.
As I’m watching, a shark-like beast with several mouths and one giant eye chases an animal that looks like a cross between a seal and a deer. The predator runs down its prey and rips it to shreds. Clouds of scavengers move in quickly and finish off the scraps that the shark leaves behind.
“Are we safe?” I ask nervously. There are more of the sharks around, and other mutations that look ever fiercer.