Quest for the Sun (2 page)

‘I sort of thought I saw a reflection of myself — a kind of wavery splodge —'

‘Get real, Jamie,' interrupted Richard. ‘If you saw anything fat and round it was probably the moon.'

‘It couldn't have been the moon,' said Gen. ‘There were no reflections in the pool: not the clouds, not the moon, not our faces. Only Adam.'

Kenta spoke softly, quoting from the poem on the magical parchment:

‘In pools of darkness seek to find

Zephyr, the lost Prince of the Wind;

In empty sockets seek the prize

That's hidden in the dragon's eyes.'

‘I still don't get it,' said Richard. ‘We're saying it's Adam? That Adam is him — Zephyr, the Prince of the Wind? But that's crazy. Adam's just an ordinary kid.'

‘I dunno …' Jamie lowered his voice. ‘There's a lot about Adam we don't know. Things he's kept … well … private.
The whole orphanage thing, that silver flute … he even looks different, with his dark skin. There's always been something … look at him now, for instance.'

Though they were speaking quietly, their voices carried across to where I was sitting, staring at the retreating storm. All my life there'd been so much I didn't know, so many questions I'd dreamed of one day finding answers to. Now I knew. And I'd never felt so alone.

‘If it was me,' Jamie went on, ‘I'd be excited. I'd be busy figuring out what must have happened, and what to do next …'

‘Exactly.' Kenta's voice was very low. ‘
What to do next
. How do you think
Adam
feels? We were all expecting some kind of grown-up super-hero on a winged horse to magically swoop down and solve all our problems —'

‘With an army to help him,' chipped in Rich.

‘— and now what do we discover? There's no super-hero …'

‘No winged horse …'

‘No army ….'

‘Only Adam.'

‘And us,' said Kenta fiercely. ‘His friends.'

And suddenly, with those two words, everything changed. The others were all around me, the girls hugging me and crying, Rich giving me a clap on the back that practically busted my spine, Jamie shaking my hand and saying ‘Congratulations, Adam; you really deserve it,' as if I'd been made a prefect or picked for a sports team or something.

Rich conjured up some dry wood and soon we were huddled round a roaring fire. Gen unearthed a bag of marshmallows from her pack and we toasted them, squishing them between chocolate biscuits. ‘I was saving the biscuits for a special occasion,' Jamie told us with his mouth full, a strand of marshmallow dangling from his chin, ‘but I don't reckon any occasion could be more special than this!'

Gradually the cold numbness inside me started to thaw. Frowning down at the pink marshmallow on the end of my stick, turning it slowly over the flames, I watched it darken and bulge, then sprout shiny caramel bubbles and collapse into squishy gloop I only just managed to catch on my biscuit.

That was what seemed to be happening to me inside: a swelling warmth. Part of me wanted to capture it before it escaped forever, but another part of me — a deep-rooted, certain part that was new and strange — knew it would still be there when I crept into my sleeping bag and turned my back to the others and slipped my thumb into my mouth … still there when I woke in the morning and saw the first light brush the sky of Karazan with gold.

A wish had come true and a prayer had been answered, and the wonder of it would be with me forever.

 

‘So,' said Rich cheerfully once the last crumbs had disappeared, ‘what next? I guess we should start thinking how the five of us are going to sneak into the Stronghold of Arraz … and what the heck to do when we get there.'

But there was something he was forgetting. For a while I'd almost managed to forget it too — or at least pretend I had. I took a deep breath. I expected the words to come out in a kind of strangled croak, or maybe not find their way out at all, but my voice sounded steady and matter-of-fact. ‘Not us. Me.'

Four pairs of eyes stared at me across the fire. ‘What d'you mean, you?' squeaked Jamie.

‘We made a promise, remember? A promise to Q …'

It seemed like a lifetime ago. We'd been huddled in the library at Quested Court on what should have been a day of celebration, the last game in Q's fantasy computer-game series finally finished. How long had it taken for it to turn into a nightmare?

As long as it took words to appear on a computer screen.

If I closed my eyes I could still see them scrolling down as if they were imprinted on my retina:

 

stand take to King

we you throw Karazeel

 

We understand you undertake to overthrow King Karazeel.
A message from another world: Karazeel and Evor's twisted interpretation of Q's last computer game,
Power Quest to Karazan
.

It didn't take us long to figure out what must have happened. Using the microcomputer Jamie had left in Shakesh, they'd somehow hooked into the VRE Interface on the Quested Court computer system. Q had tried to explain how, but all the jargon had formed a log-jam in my brain and I hadn't understood half of it. But one thing had been horrifyingly clear to all of us, even Q's five-year-old daughter Hannah: King Karazeel and his evil sorcerer Evor now had direct access to every computer belonging to every kid who'd ever bought a Karazan computer game.

In the space of half an hour, an innocent computer game had changed into a war game — from fantasy to reality. Because Karazeel and Evor believed the best form of defence was attack: an attack that would unleash hordes of computer-generated monsters into our world.

Unless we could stop them.

That's what we'd come to Karazan to do: on a desperate mission to find the one person with the power to overthrow King Karazeel. Zephyr, Prince of the Wind, vanished into legend fifty long years before.

Q hadn't wanted to let us come, but in the end he'd agreed — on one condition. As soon as we found Zephyr we'd leave him to deal with Karazeel and come straight home. And we'd all promised, with varying degrees of reluctance; but the promises had been made. Now finally, after days of blundering round
Karazan, we'd accomplished our mission. Zephyr had been found. It was home time.

There was a slight complication … but only for one of us.

Me, Adam Equinox: Zephyr. The guy holding the entire future of Karazan — not to mention our own world — in his ham-fisted hands.

‘But …' said Richard.

‘But what?' Jamie looked at him. From his expression it was impossible to tell whether he was hoping Rich would manage to find a way out of the promise, or not.

‘But Q didn't know it would turn out to be Adam,' said Gen.

There was silence while we all tried to imagine what Q's reaction would have been if he
had
somehow known. Thinking of him, in his frayed old jersey and smeary specs, I suddenly wanted him there. I wanted to be held close, to see the smile in his kind blue eyes, to hand over the burden I suddenly found myself carrying and leave him to sort it out. Except he wouldn't be able to. Only one person could. It kept coming back to that.

Then I was talking slowly, finding the words as I went along. ‘I feel so weird about this. I can't believe it … and at the same time it's almost as if I've always known.' I risked a quick glance to see if they were laughing. They weren't. Rich was scowling
at the ground; Gen was listening, her eyes full of tears. ‘What it means is …' I swallowed. The things I was about to say … I hadn't even had time to think them yet. ‘What it means is that it was my mother …' I shook my head, searching for the words. ‘It was my father …' My voice cracked. The shadowy image I'd kept tucked away in a corner of my mind had a face now: a strong profile, etched in gold. ‘I've always wondered where I belong. Now I know. This is mine to do; it's my …'

‘Destiny,' offered Jamie helpfully. ‘But you don't need to get all starry-eyed, Adam. We understand how you feel. When you think about it, we have destinies too. Smaller ones maybe, but destinies just the same. Remember the poem?
Five in one and one in five
…'

I glanced up at him. He met my gaze, bug-eyed with sincerity.

‘Jamie's right,' said Gen. ‘Don't forget you also made a promise to Q — and you don't seem to have a problem breaking it.'

I opened my mouth, realised I had no idea what to say, and shut it again.

‘Q would never want us to leave you on your own,' said Kenta.

‘Of course he wouldn't,' agreed Rich. ‘And anyhow, the whole point of promises is to be broken — or at least bent.'

‘But it will be dangerous! I don't have the least idea what I'm supposed to do. I just know I have to try. I can't let you put yourselves in danger for me —'

‘Zip it right now, Adam Equinox!' Jamie was on his feet, his face bright pink and his hands clenched. ‘We're not doing it for you! We're doing it for … for the Future of Mankind, and if helps you as well, then great. We're coming with you, and nothing you can say is going to stop us!'

There was a startled silence.

‘So you have an army after all, Adam,' grinned Rich. ‘An army of four — whether you want it or not.'

‘Five,' corrected Kenta, ‘counting Blue-bum.'

Blue-bum. I hadn't given him a thought, and by the looks on the others' faces they hadn't either. Jamie glanced guiltily at the marshmallow packet, lying empty beside the fire. The rest of us peered round the circle of firelight, looking for the little chatterbot's familiar, hunched form.

Then Kenta was on her feet, moving quickly into the darkness of the rocky overhang where we'd dumped our bags. ‘There you are! Had you fallen asleep? Come and join us. We've discovered the most amazing thing …'

But one look at Blue-bum's face as she carried him into the firelight told me he already knew. His eyes were bright, burning like coals in his wrinkled little face. They were fixed on me with a peculiar intensity, and there was an odd, unsettling stillness about him. Slowly he wriggled out of Kenta's arms and clambered onto the ground; hitched himself towards me with his awkward, crab-like shuffle. Stopped just out of reach, watching me.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise. Forced myself to remember him the way he used to be — after he changed from Weevil to Blue-bum the chatterbot; before whatever had been done to him in the depths of Shakesh. ‘What is it, Blue-bum?' I asked gently. ‘What d'you want?'

His gaze moved from my face to my chest. He hitched himself closer, and pulled his scraggy little body onto my knee. He lifted one leathery paw — the paws that had been smooth and nimble, and were now so cruelly bent and twisted. At first I thought he was going to touch my face, and steeled myself not to flinch. But he wasn't.

His fingers scrabbled at my chest, patting at the outline of my ring. He gripped it under the fabric of my shirt, looked up into my face, and chittered.

I felt myself flush. The ring — along with my penny whistle — was the only thing I had from what I'd always thought of as ‘before'… and now knew was Karazan. The penny whistle was no secret; Weevil himself had stolen it from my bedside
drawer when we'd both lived in the orphanage, and the others had often heard me play it.

Now I knew it wasn't a penny whistle: it was a larigot. And the ring … I knew what that was too. Jamie was right: it was one of the many things I'd kept private. Long years of orphanage life had taught me that
secret
meant
safe
. But if the others were going to help me there was no place for secrets.

Feeling their eyes on me, I slowly drew the ring out from beneath my shirt, slipped the bootlace over my head, and held it up.

‘I was left on the porch of Highgate when I was a new-born baby, in the early morning of 22 September thirteen years ago,' I said, keeping my voice level and expressionless. ‘The day of the equinox, when day and night are equal lengths … the day that's called Sunbalance in Karazan.'

‘The one day in the year the magic portal opens …' murmured Gen.

‘Thirteen years?' repeated Rich, looking confused. ‘Then how …'

But Jamie was on to it. ‘Time's different in Karazan, remember? Say one of our years equals four Karazan ones: that'd fit with the fifty years of the prophecy:
After two score years and ten and ten times five, he comes again.
Go on, Adam.'

‘I was wrapped in a shawl. Tucked in beside me were my penny whistle …'

‘Larigot …' breathed Jamie.

‘… and this.'

‘Is it magical?' asked Gen. ‘What happens if you put it on?'

‘Nothing. I don't think it's magical — or not in the way you mean. Though there was a keyhole in the Summer Palace, hidden in the panelling … I never got round to telling you, but I used the ring to open it …'

Jamie gave the others an
I told you so
glance:
more secret stuff from Adam
. But the more I thought, the more fell into place. ‘At the time, I thought it was coincidence,' I said slowly; ‘but now …'

‘Now it makes perfect sense!' squawked Jamie. ‘It's obvious! What would be more logical than for that ring to be the key to the hidden door in the royal chamber? Because —'

‘Because what?' grumbled Rich. ‘What's so obvious?'

‘Because that's what Adam's ring
is!
Not a key; not just some random ring. It's King Zane's ring: the Sign of Sovereignty.'

Rich's eyes grew very round. ‘Honest? Can I see it?' he croaked, holding out his hand.

‘D'you mind, Adam?' Kenta gave me a doubtful glance.

‘No, of course not …' But I did. Deep in my heart lay the knowledge that my ring was the Ring of Kings, not some trinket to be passed from hand to hand. I hesitated.

I'd been half-conscious of Blue-bum crouched on my knee, still and silent. Unlike Kenta, I didn't feel comfortable about having him close; now I realised I was holding my left hand against his chest in a not-very-subtle attempt to ward him off. Under my palm I could feel his heart racing, fast and excited.

In the same instant he reached up and snatched the ring out of my hand, poking a twisted finger through it and holding it up to his face to peer at it, jibbering.

‘Uh … Blue-bum … I really don't think you should do that,' said Jamie. ‘It's not just any old ring. It's the Sign of Sovereignty, and only the true King of Karazan —'

He was cut short by a rapid warning chatter like the sound of a rattlesnake. I shoved Blue-bum to the ground and was on my feet. There was a strange heat in my face, a hot swelling in my chest. My heart was beating in a slow, heavy roll, as if in slow motion … and in the same slow motion, the ring dropped from Blue-bum's finger, rolled in a crooked crescent, and lay gleaming in the firelight.

The others stared up at me for a long moment.

Richard scrambled across and picked up the ring, holding it carefully in the palm of his hand. There was an odd expression on his face — one I'd never seen before and didn't recognise.

‘I'm sorry, Adam,' he said in a low voice. ‘Here it is. Jamie's right: I shouldn't have asked.'

 

Somehow that small incident seemed to put a damper on the evening. As we snuggled down in our sleeping bags the thought of what lay ahead weighed on my spirits, heavy and suffocating. I lay staring up at the stars, two words repeating endlessly.
Overthrow Zeel … overthrow Zeel …

Before, I'd had a vague image of armoured men on horseback storming the ramparts of a castle; of clashing steel and distant thunder; a bright clarion-call of trumpets; then victory, glorious and abstract — all happening while we were snug in front of the fire in Quested Court.

It wasn't going to be like that. There were no horses in Karazan. No army. Only the five of us.
Overthrow Zeel
… I forced myself to focus on the thought, hardening my mind to what it had to mean.

There would be only one way to overthrow the man who had murdered my father and stolen the kingdom. I was going to have to kill him. Get close to him, and somehow kill him … just like he'd killed my father; just like he'd tried to kill me, a helpless baby.

Deep inside something trembled and quaked. I closed my eyes, pushing it down, into the darkness. Justice, that's what it would be.

Revenge.

An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth, just like Matron said when she punished us for doing something wrong.

A life for a life.