…The three agents, they were government agents he was sure of it, he didn’t know much about the authorities, but people like himself who lived at the extreme end of the law’s influence only ever saw government officials when things went wrong, as such growing up, he and his friends knew only too well when they came knocking….
As the lights of the city dissipated and the outer sectors flew past the windows of the taxi, Nuban wondered if he was doing the right thing. He had followed Mara, a girl, barely a woman whom he’d just met into the unknown. He was angry about the outcome for him and his father, had found Mara alluring, interesting, attractive. But did he really think this would work? ….
Nuban’s hands were shaking, he was back staring out a window at the now dark cityscape with hundreds of dots of light below and endless above in the sky. A few craft hovered in, illuminated as they landed further up on the spire or the smaller entourage of buildings. He could not see the landscape beyond the city now, the desert, it was lost from site but would be forever his fate…..
Nuban stared out the window at the dazzling vista of the city below. Never had he been so high off the ground, they were on the twelfth floor of the Spire, not nearly the top, but tall enough to look down even at the six ‘guardians’ as they were called, the six buildings that surrounded the spire and were monsters in their own right. He breathed in the recycled air, his reflection showed his full figure, dark skin a fit body from manual labour and basic self defence training as was common, a harsh world makes harsh people……
The hot desert breeze brushed against the young man’s scarf exposing some of his dark skin. He absently reclaimed the garment as the smell of sand and heat touched his nostrils, and covered himself, adjusting his goggles as he looked out over the hot plains.
The ice cold winds blasted Lalang as she ran. She tried to hold back her sobs, that poor boy and his family, a moments decision to help her, and now they were suffering. She was out of the town, had escaped the net of the three men as they’d tried to catch her. Only she…
The dead Ngara lay there in the snow. It looked peaceful in death Lalang thought. The mountain bears rarely looked so, but here was one Lalang could reach out and touch in deep contrast to the two hunters who were now fleeing, nearly out of sight. Father? Yes? Why did they kill a mother? I’m…
The roar of the monstrous creature combined with the soaring winds deafened Lalang. It was a moment before she realised there was a third sound, the skip! The craft flew overhead, it hovered over the chasm below and swung around bringing its weapons to bare on their target. This was not precise hunting, this was…
‘We are now in the creature’s territory, what happens is up to it more than us,’ she said solemnly.
March hoisted his rifle, grabbed a rope and metal fang, ‘not if I can help it,’ he muttered as he hammered the fang into the mountain side, the rope now allowed the group to move easily down to the cave entrance,….
Those who live through a change and survive are amazingly adaptable, they do their best to teach their youngers, like me,’ he chuckled touching his gray head of hair, ‘that you must be prepared, don’t be static like a mountain, or solid like ice, be like the water that flows below the ice, or that runs down from the mountains when the ice melts, if you don’t adapt, you stagnate, you die.
The vast expanse of snow covered plains ran off into the distance, the early light reflected against the girl’s goggles. Lalang brushed her hair back as a gentle but cool breeze hit her face. At the far end of the plains of snow sat the border of her homeland, a mountain, bigger even than the behemoth she had scaled up now, but she could not see it, even on a clear day like today.
…..It got closer, he was undecided as to whether he should go up the stairs now if there was something following closely behind he risked getting attacked at a critical moment…..
Looking up the stairs once more, there was nothing there, he decided to move on, but only made it one step before a growl and a flash of movement tore at him.