The Omega Children - The Return of the Marauders (A young adult fiction best seller): An Action Adventure Mystery by Shane Mason Page B
Authors: Shane Mason
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times and making lots of noise Lexington said, ‘Oh Quixote. Be quiet. I am concentrating.’
A dozen questions churned in Lexington’s mind. ‘Antavahni, why are we being hidden again?’
The floor of the speedboat could be partially seen through him now.
‘Tell me, please. You do not look well. I can help if you tell me what to do.’
Antavahni stirred and said in a half mumble, ‘Got to stay hidden.’
‘Why?’
‘Parents. Meet your parents there.’
‘Our parents are there?’
‘Always,’ he slurred back.
‘What’s that mean? Why is this land hidden?’
‘The two powers separated,’ he said and then spoke more faint words that Lexington struggled to hear.
Antavahni drew in a huge breath and his nostrils flared. Colour tinged his skin and he threw his eyes open with a jolt and hoisted himself up, crying out, ‘Tenarthdarway. Ahhhhh.’
Reveling in an unknown aroma he said, ‘Smell it. They are all gone but their scents linger on. I am the last. I am the last Etamol. Where we failed may the others pass through. My age can now finally rest.’
Lexington crossed her legs, laid her arms on them and tried to look as if she did not care.
‘Tell me. Tell me all you know.’
Antavahni seemed not to recognize her and a baffled glaze fell across his insipid face but then his shoulders drooped and a great oldness fell over him. All at once the slow sureness, which had come to characterize him, returned.
‘Argus,’ Antavahni said his voice sounding thin again. ‘Well done.’
‘Just tell me when I can go.’
‘Stop fighting. Be as these children.’
‘I’m not wasting a second youth as a babysitter.’
Antavahni glared back at him. His colour faded again and he reached for the side of the speedboat to steady himself. A great exhaustion washed over him and he sat before he fell.
A clear gut-instinct arose in Melaleuca from Antavahni.
He’s near death.
‘Soon...be there...and then you...begin.’
‘Begin what exactly?’ Lexington said.
Quixote flapped his arms. ‘I bet we learn to have super powers.’
Lexington ignored him and again said, ‘What do we begin?’
Antavahni pointed at Quixote. ‘Looks like he starts now.’
She pushed her notebook in haste toward Antavahni’s face.
‘What starts? Tell me.’
Antavahni chuckled at Quixote’s performance and then stopped, and though worn out said with great command, ‘Go closer to the cliffs. Silence until we land. As unlikely as it is, we do not want anyone spotting us.’
They upped anchor and cruised to the base of the cliffs and lay anchor again. Antavahni still insisted on silence and refused to answer questions. They ate some food and waited, slumbering in and out of sleep - bellies full and appreciative of the rest after their long trek.
Before twilight Antavahni removed his robe, exposing his pale frail body. With an air of finality he produced a black case and opened it, pulling out a long hollow tube dotted with many holes. One end had a mouthpiece and the other end bulged out like a cobra’s neck. He rummaged in his robe and grabbed the silverquick. Its blue shimmering middle twinkled as if many stars lay trapped within its gelatinous mass.
A small wave rippled across the water and rocked the speedboat - the motion nearly causing Antavahni to drop the silverquick. He let out a cry of astonishment and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead.
‘Oops, mustn’t let that happen.’ He settled himself. ‘Soon it will be dark and no one will see us.....but the sea will become wilder and wilder until nothing will survive its churn...By that time you must be on land. But I, Antavahni, last of the Etamols, will offer myself to the sea. Finally.’
An air of glad sadness hovered around him.
‘Come with us,’ Melaleuca said.
‘I cannot. I am done. Should I set foot back on Tenarthdarway, Aggorah, New Wakefield, then the land would know. Not even I can second-guess the Ethmare from whence we all come.’
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A dozen questions churned in Lexington’s mind. ‘Antavahni, why are we being hidden again?’
The floor of the speedboat could be partially seen through him now.
‘Tell me, please. You do not look well. I can help if you tell me what to do.’
Antavahni stirred and said in a half mumble, ‘Got to stay hidden.’
‘Why?’
‘Parents. Meet your parents there.’
‘Our parents are there?’
‘Always,’ he slurred back.
‘What’s that mean? Why is this land hidden?’
‘The two powers separated,’ he said and then spoke more faint words that Lexington struggled to hear.
Antavahni drew in a huge breath and his nostrils flared. Colour tinged his skin and he threw his eyes open with a jolt and hoisted himself up, crying out, ‘Tenarthdarway. Ahhhhh.’
Reveling in an unknown aroma he said, ‘Smell it. They are all gone but their scents linger on. I am the last. I am the last Etamol. Where we failed may the others pass through. My age can now finally rest.’
Lexington crossed her legs, laid her arms on them and tried to look as if she did not care.
‘Tell me. Tell me all you know.’
Antavahni seemed not to recognize her and a baffled glaze fell across his insipid face but then his shoulders drooped and a great oldness fell over him. All at once the slow sureness, which had come to characterize him, returned.
‘Argus,’ Antavahni said his voice sounding thin again. ‘Well done.’
‘Just tell me when I can go.’
‘Stop fighting. Be as these children.’
‘I’m not wasting a second youth as a babysitter.’
Antavahni glared back at him. His colour faded again and he reached for the side of the speedboat to steady himself. A great exhaustion washed over him and he sat before he fell.
A clear gut-instinct arose in Melaleuca from Antavahni.
He’s near death.
‘Soon...be there...and then you...begin.’
‘Begin what exactly?’ Lexington said.
Quixote flapped his arms. ‘I bet we learn to have super powers.’
Lexington ignored him and again said, ‘What do we begin?’
Antavahni pointed at Quixote. ‘Looks like he starts now.’
She pushed her notebook in haste toward Antavahni’s face.
‘What starts? Tell me.’
Antavahni chuckled at Quixote’s performance and then stopped, and though worn out said with great command, ‘Go closer to the cliffs. Silence until we land. As unlikely as it is, we do not want anyone spotting us.’
They upped anchor and cruised to the base of the cliffs and lay anchor again. Antavahni still insisted on silence and refused to answer questions. They ate some food and waited, slumbering in and out of sleep - bellies full and appreciative of the rest after their long trek.
Before twilight Antavahni removed his robe, exposing his pale frail body. With an air of finality he produced a black case and opened it, pulling out a long hollow tube dotted with many holes. One end had a mouthpiece and the other end bulged out like a cobra’s neck. He rummaged in his robe and grabbed the silverquick. Its blue shimmering middle twinkled as if many stars lay trapped within its gelatinous mass.
A small wave rippled across the water and rocked the speedboat - the motion nearly causing Antavahni to drop the silverquick. He let out a cry of astonishment and a bead of sweat ran down his forehead.
‘Oops, mustn’t let that happen.’ He settled himself. ‘Soon it will be dark and no one will see us.....but the sea will become wilder and wilder until nothing will survive its churn...By that time you must be on land. But I, Antavahni, last of the Etamols, will offer myself to the sea. Finally.’
An air of glad sadness hovered around him.
‘Come with us,’ Melaleuca said.
‘I cannot. I am done. Should I set foot back on Tenarthdarway, Aggorah, New Wakefield, then the land would know. Not even I can second-guess the Ethmare from whence we all come.’
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