The Omega Children - The Return of the Marauders (A young adult fiction best seller): An Action Adventure Mystery by Shane Mason Page A
Authors: Shane Mason
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will work it out. I know you will.’
Not knowing how to take it, Lexington weakly smiled back and continued writing, while Quixote tried to untie his leg. The knot held fast so he inched over to Lexington, a troublesome look on his face.
‘Quixote,’ Melaleuca said. Man, he never stops.
Eventually the pair of them would have to work out their differences, even as Lexington and she would have to. Her instincts told her little as to where they were headed or what was going on, though it was becoming clear that one of her first tasks was to get them all working together. She thought on the words “trust,” and pondered why they were to keep playing. Playing what exactly?
Trust.
None of them, except Quixote, looked in the mood for playing. Ari would take anything in his stride and Lexington? Well, at least she had found something to focus on, strange as the sea now was.
The speedboat burst up into mid air like it had just leapt over a ramp and flew forward, splashing down in the sea with a mighty watery crash. Again they fell on each other and sprawled all over the deck. The speedboat spluttered and surged back and forth. Argus reached out and turned the keys to off. The motor stopped and silence fell about them and the speedboat came to slow drifting halt.
Ari hauled himself up first and then helped the others up. Melaleuca held his shoulder to steady herself and Lexington searched on the floor for her notebook and pen. Argus lay on top of Antavahni both of whom seemed content to lay there. Quixote leapt onto the front of the boat and held his arms out wide with the rope on his leg trailing behind him.
‘Waaaaahhhhhhooooo,’ he cried and turned to Melaleuca. ‘That was so much fun.’
‘Glad you liked it,’ she said. ‘Did we hit something?’
‘Didn’t feel like anything,’ Argus said, pulling himself up and hanging his head over the side. ‘We’ve driven up over the top. Sea’s flat now.’
‘Yes. We can see that,’ Ari said.
‘Flat sea?’ Lexington said as she surfaced from the floor and joined the others in surveying their surrounds.
The sea angled down at least a thousand feet to the Photaic Wall which now looked like a small spread out curtain and in front of them, the sea flattened out for about a kilometre and stopped where sheer cliffs rose up for hundreds of metres. Above the cliffs sat the forested slopes of the south side of the Long White Cloud Mountains. No longer shrouded in clouds, blue-tipped snow peaks adorned the tops. The cliffs ran for many miles south before petering out into low lying land and hazy blue hills way off in the distance.
At first Melaleuca had little clue what to make of it. Her feelings ran amok inside her and trusting that they would settle down soon, she eyed the others and gauged their reactions.
Ari straddled the land with his eyes and she could feel him supping in the spirit of earth he had often spoke about.
‘What is it Ari?’
He opened his mouth, stopped and then swallowed hard.
‘It’s strong.’
‘What is?’
‘I don’t know, but it’s like the opposite of the emptiness of the plains, yet I can still feel the emptiness in the land.’
Lexington continued to examine the sea and said in a matter of fact manner, ‘The land is obviously hidden by an energy field. Perhaps you feel that.’
Her voice brimmed with contained excitement.
She’s loving this.
‘It’s blinking amazing! That’s what,’ Quixote shouted. ‘A secret land, a real secret land. I bet there are heaps of things to discover. Let’s go. What are we waiting for?’
A rgus threw the anchor overboard.
‘What are you doing?’ Quixote leapt onto the deck, and tried to haul the anchor up. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Yes,’ Melaleuca said. ‘The sooner you are on land the better.’
Quixote strained and strained and managed to heave the anchor part of the way up, though red faced and puffing, he could not get it on to the deck. After dropping it a few
Not knowing how to take it, Lexington weakly smiled back and continued writing, while Quixote tried to untie his leg. The knot held fast so he inched over to Lexington, a troublesome look on his face.
‘Quixote,’ Melaleuca said. Man, he never stops.
Eventually the pair of them would have to work out their differences, even as Lexington and she would have to. Her instincts told her little as to where they were headed or what was going on, though it was becoming clear that one of her first tasks was to get them all working together. She thought on the words “trust,” and pondered why they were to keep playing. Playing what exactly?
Trust.
None of them, except Quixote, looked in the mood for playing. Ari would take anything in his stride and Lexington? Well, at least she had found something to focus on, strange as the sea now was.
The speedboat burst up into mid air like it had just leapt over a ramp and flew forward, splashing down in the sea with a mighty watery crash. Again they fell on each other and sprawled all over the deck. The speedboat spluttered and surged back and forth. Argus reached out and turned the keys to off. The motor stopped and silence fell about them and the speedboat came to slow drifting halt.
Ari hauled himself up first and then helped the others up. Melaleuca held his shoulder to steady herself and Lexington searched on the floor for her notebook and pen. Argus lay on top of Antavahni both of whom seemed content to lay there. Quixote leapt onto the front of the boat and held his arms out wide with the rope on his leg trailing behind him.
‘Waaaaahhhhhhooooo,’ he cried and turned to Melaleuca. ‘That was so much fun.’
‘Glad you liked it,’ she said. ‘Did we hit something?’
‘Didn’t feel like anything,’ Argus said, pulling himself up and hanging his head over the side. ‘We’ve driven up over the top. Sea’s flat now.’
‘Yes. We can see that,’ Ari said.
‘Flat sea?’ Lexington said as she surfaced from the floor and joined the others in surveying their surrounds.
The sea angled down at least a thousand feet to the Photaic Wall which now looked like a small spread out curtain and in front of them, the sea flattened out for about a kilometre and stopped where sheer cliffs rose up for hundreds of metres. Above the cliffs sat the forested slopes of the south side of the Long White Cloud Mountains. No longer shrouded in clouds, blue-tipped snow peaks adorned the tops. The cliffs ran for many miles south before petering out into low lying land and hazy blue hills way off in the distance.
At first Melaleuca had little clue what to make of it. Her feelings ran amok inside her and trusting that they would settle down soon, she eyed the others and gauged their reactions.
Ari straddled the land with his eyes and she could feel him supping in the spirit of earth he had often spoke about.
‘What is it Ari?’
He opened his mouth, stopped and then swallowed hard.
‘It’s strong.’
‘What is?’
‘I don’t know, but it’s like the opposite of the emptiness of the plains, yet I can still feel the emptiness in the land.’
Lexington continued to examine the sea and said in a matter of fact manner, ‘The land is obviously hidden by an energy field. Perhaps you feel that.’
Her voice brimmed with contained excitement.
She’s loving this.
‘It’s blinking amazing! That’s what,’ Quixote shouted. ‘A secret land, a real secret land. I bet there are heaps of things to discover. Let’s go. What are we waiting for?’
A rgus threw the anchor overboard.
‘What are you doing?’ Quixote leapt onto the deck, and tried to haul the anchor up. ‘Let’s go.’
‘Yes,’ Melaleuca said. ‘The sooner you are on land the better.’
Quixote strained and strained and managed to heave the anchor part of the way up, though red faced and puffing, he could not get it on to the deck. After dropping it a few
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