The Children of the Sky

“Hei, Ravna!” came a childish shout from across the yard, in the direction of the school. They would be around her in a moment.

I can’t do this. She half turned, retreating toward the stairway. Nightmares can be the truth. It wasn’t just villains who had to make the hard decisions.

Chapter   02

There was no school on the last day of every ten. Sometimes that made the end of the tenday terribly boring to Timor Ristling. Other times, Belle would show him some dank corner of the New Castle, or Ravna Bergsndot would take him across the straits to Hidden Island.

Today was turning into the most entertaining kind of day, one where the other kids let him come along on their projects.

“You’ll be the lookout, Timor,” Gannon had told him. Gannon Jorkenrud had organized the expedition, and specifically invited Timor, even though it meant they had to carry him part of the way down from Starship Hill. Gannon and the others even helped Timor across the boulder field at the base of the cliffs. Sea birds skirled all about.

The kids were right down on the seashore now, the cliffs towering behind them. It was strange to be at eye level with the water. The froth of the waves seemed to merge with the sea haze above, misting over the buildings of Hidden Island just a couple of kilometers away. Here you could see what was beneath the cliffs. You could see how “low tide” had pulled back the water, leaving this field of slick rocks, a jumble of giants. There wasn’t a single dry place; all this was underwater when the tide was highest.

Belle pattered along beside and around Timor, grumbling as she often did. “This dirty water is going to smudge my pelts.” Belle was all white. This was quite rare among Tines—though one of her, the old male, might have had black patches when he was younger.

“You didn’t have to come, crapheads,” said Gannon. He and Belle didn’t get along.

Belle gave a hiss and a laugh at the same time. “Try and keep me away. I haven’t been to a good shipwreck in years. How did you figure it was going to come ashore here?”

“We’re humans. We’ve got our ways.”

Some of the other kids laughed. They were strung out, walking down a narrow path between the rocks. One of them said, “Actually, Nevil saw it on Oobii’s surveillance monitors when he was studying shipside. Ravna and the packs know about the wreck, but they haven’t seen the latest updates.”

“Yeah! Woodcarver’s packs are probably down at Cliffside harbor. We’ll be first where stuff really happens.”

Walking down here, they still couldn’t see the wreck, just the water crashing on the rocks. Ahead, a swarm of seabirds towered over one particular spot. Timor felt an odd twinge of nostalgia. It still happened, when there was something about this world that reminded him of before. Those birds were so alien, but at the same time, their clustering was just like construction swarms back home.

The water surged ankle deep now, soaking through Timor’s leather shoes, gripping like icy hands. “Wait up, guys!”

“See, I told you walking in this was bad.” That was Belle, dancing around in discomfort.

Gannon looked back. “What is it now?…” Then he shrugged. “Okay, this is where we put you up on a rock.”

Gannon and some of the other kids came back and boosted Timor to a ledge on the nearest monster boulder. Belle climbed two of herself over the remaining three, and reached the same cleft in the rock.

“You can make it to the top from there, can’t you?” said Gannon.

Timor twisted around, trying to see beyond the slick curve of stone. He really didn’t like to say he couldn’t do something. “Yeah, I can.”

“Okay. We’re gonna go on ahead. Heh. We’ll make friends with the shipwrecked doggies. You crawl on up to the top of this rock. If you see Woodcarver’s packs coming or Ravna Bergsndot, then have your pack give us a shout. Got it?”

“Yup.”

Gannon and the others continued on their way. Timor watched them for a moment, but only Øvin Verring turned to give him a little wave. Well, these kids had gotten older than him; he shouldn’t be surprised they didn’t include him in much. On the other hand, he was the lookout.

He slid along the ledge toward some obvious handholds. Below him, Belle was poking around to find a way up for her bottom three. Oops, there was a pair of sea birds perched above him. He remembered the lectures about birds and nests. “Nests” were a little like autoform crèches except without the safety overrides; those birds might come down and peck at him if they thought he was after their replicates.

Fortunately, the birds contented themselves with loud cackling, then one after the other they took off for the swarm that hovered over the water’s edge. He noticed that that was in the same direction the kids had been walking. Hei! He was almost at the top of the rock! He maneuvered carefully across the slippery black stone, doing his best to avoid the bird poop.

One of Belle’s heads poked up from the edge of the rock. “How about a little help here?”