Book 2 - Chapter 23. Kernel In The Sky With Demons (1/2)

We march slowly but steadily, saying little, following the marbles. I try to keep track of time and distance, but it's impossible. Sometimes, I wish a demon would attack, just to break the monotony, but we see none of Lord Loss' familiars. We can't even sleep - our bodies get weary, but we can't shut off our brains.

Eventually, we come to a point where two enormous black panels meet at a ninety degree angle and run up to the roof of yellowish sky. The panels are several feet wide and half a foot thick. They stand alone in the rocky surroundings, eerily out of place.

”Have you seen the film 2001: A s.p.a.ce Odyssey?” Dervish asks after a minute of silence.

”No. Why?”

”This reminds me of it.” He walks round the black pillars, squinting at them, then says in a curiously flat voice, ”Good morning, Dave.”

”Who's Dave?”

Dervish laughs. ”Doesn't matter.” He looks at me, eyebrow c.o.c.ked. ”What do you think they are?”

”A place where four squares of the Board meet.”

”Me too. But why just these weird slivers of black? I would have expected walls stretching the entire length of the boundaries.”

”Why don't we step through one and see? I mean, we'll have to anyway, since the marbles were heading that way.” The marbles stopped when we did, and now hang a few inches short of the black panel on our left.

”Let's try the right panel first,” Dervish suggests. ”Just for the h.e.l.l of it.”

”OK.” I pick the marbles out of the air and put them in my pocket.

Dervish tests the panel, sticking a hand through to make sure we can pa.s.s. ”It's OK,” he says. ”We - ”

Suddenly, with a startled grunt, he disappears, hauled through the panel by something on the other side. I scream his name. When there's no response, I dart into the darkness after him.

It's not pitch-black like the maze, but very dark. I get glimpses of a demon wrapping itself round Dervish. Tentacles covered in long, glistening blades, slicing away at Dervish, cutting him open, blood flying in every direction.

I jam my hand into my trouser pocket. Yank out both marbles. Scream a word of magic at them, the word coming from somewhere deep inside me. Light flares, sharp and fierce in its orange brightness. I yell another word of magic as the light bursts forth, directing all the rays towards the demon.

The demon shrieks with pain from the explosion of light. It has dozens of eyes, a necessity in this dark kingdom, but a handicap when strong light's trained on it. With another agonised cry, it releases Dervish and hurls itself away, sheltering its eyes with its tentacles.

I grab Dervish and throw him back through the panel, which is white on this side. Then I reverse out after him, at the last possible second commanding the marbles to follow, stepping through at the same time as they slip out of the dark zone, so I don't lose track of them.

Dervish is on the volcanic floor, healing his wounds with magic, angry for being caught out so easily. ”Thanks,” he mutters.

”Don't worry about it.” I squat next to him. ”Can I help?”

”No. I'll be fine once I patch myself up.”

”A few of your spikes were cut off,” I tell him, tapping his head.

”Maybe I'd be better off bald like you,” he laughs, then makes the hair grow back to its proper length.

When he's healed himself, he stands, checks for any cuts he might have missed, then warily faces the other black panel. ”There could be a similar monster through there. Or worse.”

I say nothing. I want to volunteer to go ahead of him, to test the waters, but I'm afraid. Sheepishly hoping Dervish will take the lead.

Dervish breathes out through his nose, then glances at me. ”Ready to save my bacon again?”

”If I have to,” I chuckle then give the order for the marbles to lead us to Shark. They float through the panel into blackness. We follow.

s.p.a.ce. Freezing emptiness. Not even air. A moment of complete dizziness and suffocating panic. Then instinct makes me surround myself with a force field of warmth and air. Dervish has done the same and is floating beside me, staring around with happy wonder. His mouth moves, but I can't hear what he's saying. I point to my ears and shake my head. He tries again, then makes a tube of air grow from his force field to mine. When it touches, he speaks and this time I hear him. ”I always wanted to be a s.p.a.ceman, like Flash Gordon. It was my dream.”

”Me too,” I smile. ”Except I wanted to be a real astronaut, like Neil Armstrong or Buzz Aldrin. Walk on the moon.”

”It's bizarre, isn't it?”

”Yeah. Like when we were on top of the cloud, but stranger.”

Dervish does a slow somersault. It looks graceful at first, but he can't stop and keeps tumbling over and over. He yells for help, but I'm laughing too much at the freewheeling punk. Finally, he finds his balance, rights himself and glares at me. ”Thanks for the help!”

”Do it again,” I coo. ”Whirl for me, Dervish, whirl!”

”I'll whirl my foot up your a.s.s,” he grumbles, then looks for the marbles. ”Let's go find Shark.”

”OK. But if you want to try your hand at gymnastics again, I'll be more than happy to - ”

”Keep it up,” he growls. ”Keep it up!”

Laughing, I give the marbles their freedom and we drift forward again, leaving behind a pair of small white panels, glowing softly in the vacuum of sterile s.p.a.ce.

I was wrong about this s.p.a.ce being sterile. Though there don't seem to be any planets, the marbles eventually lead us towards a demon of unbelievable size. It's one of the vast sky demons. From the ground they looked huge, but up here it goes beyond words like ma.s.sive and immense. This one must be hundreds of miles long, fifty or sixty high, a comet-sized, slug-like demon, drifting through the void of s.p.a.ce in search of... what? Demons to kill and devour? Foes to fight? A world to settle on?

Dervish and I pause when the marbles home in on the demon. We look at each other bleakly. ”If that thing spots us...” Dervish whispers.

”We're too small,” I whisper back, even though there's no need - sound can't carry in s.p.a.ce, so we should be able to speak as loudly as we like. ”It won't bother with a couple of ants like us.”

”Unless it enjoys squas.h.i.+ng ants.”

We want to pull back, detour around it or wait for it to pa.s.s. But the marbles keep tugging after the demon, urging us to follow. Since we've no other option, we glide after them as they lead us ever closer to the terrifying behemoth.