"Good evening, sir. It certainly was--"
John did not hear the rest of the guard's greeting. The
strange world around him suddenly lost all color. He saw everything in a very
stark black and white. In the first instant, John attributed that to the coming
of the darkness. But then the stranger realized that the twilight was not to
blame.
"The food here must have affected my eyes. I'll never
be the same."
But now there was something in this completely black and
white world that caught his attention. A bright object was blazing through the
darkness, and descending from the sky above him. He saw that the trajectory of
the object would bring it down upon the newly arrived Council member. John
lunged forward and pushed him out of the way. He fell on him, while the Council
member's companion looked on with a shocked expression on his gray face.
"What are you doing?" the guard shouted as he
moved towards them.
The explosion that occurred when the object hit the Council
member's companion silenced the guard. The victim collapsed immediately. Blood
poured from his chest as he hit the ground. The guard finally wrestled John off
the other Drusbanian and subdued him, while two others did the same to Simon
and Kate. The three strangers were tied hand and foot, and then unceremoniously
dragged away. The citizens that had been walking back to the inn now gathered
around the scene.
"Blood! Blood has been spilled in Drusba!" a man
shouted.
"Don't take him! He saved the Leader!" a woman
cried out.
But neither the guards, nor the prisoner, could hear her.
The Drusbanians were too intent on removing the strangers from the scene. They
were taken outside the central city and thrown in the back of a cart. John
tried to comprehend what had happened as it carried them down the uneven road.
He would never forget his first glimpse of that strange
land. The most striking feature was the sky above him. For all the days of his
life, a clear daytime sky had been blue. But that was not true in this world. A
brilliant orange canopy stretched out overhead. John stared at it for quite
some time before finally believing his eyes.
The land around the stone building was barren. The hard
ground was gray in color. There were wide expanses of flat land with rock
formations of all shapes and sizes that appeared intermittently. Some stood
singularly, like monuments, while others were in groups. They reminded him of
ruins, though these were apparently natural. Hills dotted the areas in between
them. Most were gently sloping and as lifeless as the rest of the terrain. John
heard a sound like the wind, then realized it was something else that was
equally familiar.
"The sea!" he exclaimed.
"Isn't this amazing?" Kate ran up behind him.
"Do I hear the ocean?"
"Yes. I walked along the beach yesterday. Let's take a
look."
As they reached the top of a nearby hill a vast ocean came
into view. The water was a faint lime color, which was speckled by the white
tips of the waves as they came crashing down on the rocky shore. To Kate and
John, the color of the water made it seem unclean. They initially thought that
the inhabitants of this world had polluted it somehow. But then they caught the
scent that was being carried by the ocean breeze, and they knew that this was
not true. This ocean did not possess the tangy salt aroma they remembered from
the ones they knew in their world. Instead a sweeter smell, like the fragrance
of honey, was carried through the air.
"This is so strange," John remarked.
"This will not be the last time you say that while you
are here, John Christian."
They turned around and found the Keeper standing behind
them.