The Missing by Garth Nix
Jack glanced behind him and saw nothing but darkness. Ahead was nothing but white, growing brighter by the second. He felt the end coming near.
“Pull harder,” he said, pushing against the chest of drawers with all his strength.
Cornelia walked up Jack’s arm and took up the cry, tugging on the handle with her beak for emphasis. “Heave away! Haul away! Set course for Charlie!”
“Who’s Charlie?” asked Tara.
“I’m guessing it must be Lottie,” said Jack as he pulled. “Grandma called the thing that looked like her Charlotte, which must be her full name.”
++You cannot escape us, troubletwister. You and your friends will join us soon. It is your destiny!++
Jack hoped very much that his destiny was to get back home, and pulled harder than ever to make sure of it.
Around them, the vortex flexed and shook. The umbrella began to smoke. Jack gritted his teeth as the handle grew hot in his hands, but he refused to let go. Stark white light rose up around them. Any second he expected to see the terrible eyes of The Evil surrounding them.
Then suddenly the vortex blew itself out. They tumbled onto a powdery white surface — Jack, Tara, Kyle, Cornelia, and the chest of drawers, all rolling head over heels until they came to a halt, their arms and legs tangled up, and Jack practically upside down, with his back against something soft.
He rolled over and stood up, holding the umbrella in front of him with both hands, ready for anything, or at least hoping he looked as though he might be. Quickly, he took in his immediate surroundings. The soft thing behind him was a dune. The white surface was sand, as pale as day-old snow, but warm. Wreckage from the blue room surrounded them, in shallow craters they’d made upon hitting the sand. Dead gray trees reached for the sky like skeletal hands. Not far from their landing site was the huge, curving rib cage of a beast that had died long ago, bleached as white as chalk.
The sky was yellow. There were two suns hanging high above. The horizon was misty and dark to their left and there were what looked like hills to the right, but Jack didn’t dwell on that for longer than a second. Kyle was dancing up and down, waving his hands in the air and scaring Cornelia.
“I don’t believe it,” Kyle cried.
“What?” said Tara, standing up in a shower of sand. “What is it?”
“We’re on an alien planet, that’s what!”
“How can you tell?”
“The sky, the suns, the way I can jump heaps higher than I could before —”
“It doesn’t matter where we are,” said Jack, feeling a surge of alarm that made him want to curl up somewhere shady and cover his head. He could deal with an Evil Dimension; an Evil Planet was something else entirely. “As long as we’re all … wait, where’s Cornelia?”
He jumped as the macaw landed on his shoulder. She rubbed his ear with her feathered head and clucked.
“Charlie,” she said.
“Is she here, Cornelia?” Jack asked her. “Can you sense her somehow?”
She cocked her head, then bobbed it twice. Jack didn’t know how that was possible, or why it was possible, but at that moment he wasn’t worried about an explanation.
“Will you go find her for us?” he asked. “Make sure she’s here, then come back and get us?”
Cornelia bobbed twice more, then took off in a startling rush of wings.
“Good luck!” Jack called after her.
Her answering squawk was lost as she flapped off into the distance, flying even faster than usual in the lighter gravity.
“That storm is getting closer,” said Kyle. “An alien storm. Awesome!”
Jack’s eyes were drawn to the dark patch on the horizon. It seemed to be changing shape.
“That’s not a storm,” he said. “We have to get moving.”
“You think that’s The Evil?” asked Tara.
“I think that’s where we were supposed to land.” Jack swallowed, trying not to imagine what that would have been like. He had other things to think about, like Tara and Kyle. He was the troubletwister. He was responsible for them. “We’ve got to get away while we can. Cornelia will find us like she’ll find Lottie.”
She has to, he said to himself. What other hope do we have?
“What about all this stuff?” asked Kyle. “That umbrella saved us back there. Maybe something else here could, too.”
“Yeah, good thinking,” said Tara. She started opening the drawers and looking inside. “There are clothes in here. We can take pants and tie up the legs. Then we can use them as sacks to carry the small stuff.”
“Neat idea,” said Kyle. “And I saw some hats. We’ll need them to keep the sun off.”
“There’s a sword somewhere; I’m sure of it….”
While his friends excitedly rummaged through the wreckage, Jack put a hand to his temple. He could hear a voice calling him from far away.
++Jack? Jack, can you hear me?++
It was Stefano! He had been so busy thinking about survival that he had forgotten about everyone left behind. Jaide hadn’t followed him here, so that meant she must have found a way to close the vortex before the entire world was sucked into it. Good for her, he thought. Jaide never shied away from a challenge, even if it did mean they were now separated.
Jaide’s voice came next.
++Jack! Hold on! I’ll come and find you!++
He concentrated on teeping back to her.
++Jaide, stay where you are. Look after Grandma. It’s dangerous here. I’ll call you back when I can.++
He listened and listened for a reply, but nothing came. Did that mean she had heard him or not?
“Jack? We’re ready.”
He opened his eyes and gaped at his friends.
Tara was wearing the metal chest plate from a suit of gold armor under a frilly white hat and what Jack initially took to be a cloak, but was in fact a pair of pants tied at the ankles and dangling down her back. The waist of the pants was also tied shut, and it had been filled with all the junk she had managed to scramble out of the sand, so it jingled when it moved. In her left hand she held a sword, point down like a walking stick.
Kyle was wearing a bearskin coat with its head hanging down his back. He had a bulging sweater tied around his waist and a deerstalker cap on his head. The wooden oar Jack’s mother had used to hit Stefano on the head was tucked into his sweater-belt. In his other hand he held the umbrella Jack had used to guide the vortex, opened to keep the sun off his head.
“You’d better get a move on, Jack,” he said. “That storm’s getting closer, and I don’t think it’s bringing rain. We need shelter, and if this really is a desert, we’re going to need water soon. That’s what I learned in Scouts. Water first, worry about the monsters later.”
He grinned, and Jack couldn’t help but grin back. He might be stuck in the realm of The Evil with no obvious way to get home, but at least he wasn’t alone.
The black stain now covered much of the horizon. Jack hurriedly rummaged through the remaining wreckage and found a broad-brimmed cap with a feather sticking out of it, a wickedly curved bone four feet long with a natural handle at one end (he suspected that had been in the ground already and wasn’t part of Grandma X’s inventory), and an embroidered sack into which he put as many interesting items as he could find, including dozens of loose pages that appeared to have been ripped from the Compendium.
In a cigar box he found several small brooches of a type he recognized: Grandma X had stuck them on him and his sister once to protect and hide them from The Evil. The protection wasn’t total, but it could make all the difference in this terrible place. He pinned two to his T-shirt, gave three each to Tara and Kyle, and kept another for Cornelia. If he bent the pin far enough, it would go around her leg without being too tight.
As he considered taking the brass bowl to catch any rain that might come their way, he heard a familiar chattering noise coming from under the upside-down dragon chair. Tipping the chair out of the way, he found a long
“Don’t want to be left behind, eh?” Jack told the Oracular Crocodile. “I’ll take you if you tell me everything you know about this place without trying to bite my finger off.”
“Realm of The Evil, very dangerous,” it chattered.
“I mean something I don’t already know.”
The chattering stopped for a second, then resumed.
“Run?”
Jack reached around the eager jaws to pick up the skull and put it in his sack. He wasn’t going to leave the Oracular Crocodile behind for The Evil, even if it wasn’t being very helpful.
“All right,” he said, “I’m ready.”
“ ’Bout time.” Tara hefted the sword. “Hills, ho!”
“I don’t think they’re hills,” said Kyle, squinting. “I think that’s a city.”
Jack also squinted at the horizon, but he couldn’t make out any details. Maybe he did need glasses, as Susan sometimes told him. But his ears were fine, and they were telling him that the rising rumble coming from the direction of The Evil was definitely something to get away from, and fast.
Through the open kitchen door, Jaide could hear the adults arguing.
“What does it hurt to ask?” Susan was saying. “I’m sure Aleksandr isn’t the monster you make him out to be.”
“He’s not a monster,” said Hector. “He’s just determined to do what he thinks is right.”
“But how can he not think this is right? There are children over there now. Can’t you convince him that we have to rescue them before his people cut them off forever?”
“Project Thunderclap will only work if The Evil doesn’t get wind of it first. That’s how he and the Hawks will see it.”
“Then he is a monster,” said Susan, her voice catching. “They’re all monsters, everyone who’s working for him….”
“Can I just remind you that I’m working for him, too?”
“Aleksandr’s thoughts have ever been of the greater good, and nothing else,” said Grandma X. It was hard to tell if she was trying to soothe Susan or agreeing with her. “He wouldn’t rescue his own daughter if she was in Jack’s position.”
“So what do we do to help him?” asked Susan.
“He is not helpless,” Grandma X said, “and Lottie is there, too. They are both resourceful. Together, I believe they will find a way.”
Susan’s fist hit the table with a loud bang. “I’m supposed to go to work tomorrow. How can I do that before we get Jack, Tara, and Kyle back? How can I do anything?”
“Yes. I’ll be doing everything I can, given the restraints I am under. A Warden’s promise is binding….”
“I think that’s our cue,” whispered Jaide to Stefano. “They could be at this for hours.”
She and Stefano inched past the doorway, into the laundry room where the bikes were kept.
“Ahem,” said a feline voice from behind them. “Where do you think you’re off to?”
“It’s okay, Ari,” said Jaide, turning. She had the excuse ready. “We’re going to check the wards.”
“Now? At this time of night?”
“It’s not that late. And there’s no trace of The Evil at the moment. I just want to make sure that’s not how it’s getting in.”
“I’m going to check with your grandmother.”
The sound of raised voices made him pause in mid-step.
“On second thought, I’ll just get Kleo.”
He scampered off, and Jaide and Stefano continued untangling the bikes. There were just two of them, but until they were separated it seemed like there were eight wheels, five handlebars, and at least six pedals to negotiate.
The two cats returned with Kleo in the lead.
“I understand that you, Jaide, have been inducted into the full knowledge of the wards of Portland,” she said. “What about Stefano?”
“Well,” said Jaide, “he did pass the second Examination, and you wouldn’t want me riding around on my own, would you?”
Kleo was forced to concede that last point.
“If you discover anything at all, you’ll call.”
“Yes,” Jaide said, tapping the pocket containing her phone and tapping her head, too. Thanks to the ability to teep, she would never be out of touch again. “I won’t take on anything alone, I promise. My Gifts are still feeling weak.”
Kleo studied both troubletwisters with cool, appraising eyes. “Very well. I will inform your grandmother when she is less … busy.”
“Thank you, Kleo. We just can’t stand sitting around doing nothing, that’s all.”
“I agree,” said Ari with a flick of his tail. “Maybe I’ll come with you.”
“You can’t,” said Kleo. “Warden Companions are not normally privy to the knowledge of the wards.”
“I know, but that doesn’t stop me wanting to know.”
“Ari, you are incorrigible. Did your oath mean anything to you at all?”
Sensing another argument on the way, Jaide took the opportunity to open the back door.
“Bye, Kleo. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”
Jaide wrestled her uncooperative bike out into the night air, and Stefano followed. He was too big for Jack’s bike, and his knees stuck out at an odd angle.
“You make it look easy,” he said as they pedaled out of earshot. “I’ve never tried to talk my way past Hector like that.”
Jaide looked both ways and turned onto Parkhill Street. “We don’t do it very often. Only when we absolutely have to.”
“Even so, Santino wouldn’t let me. He’s such a goody-goody. His secondary Gift is the same as Aleksandr’s — that is, to make people do as they’re told. He just hates it when I …”
He trailed off with a furious expression. Jaide studied him out of the corner of her eye, while avoiding potholes in the lane.
“What happened in the blue room?” she asked, deciding to take a chance. He owed her. “When The Evil drained my Gift, how did it do that?”
His expression turned inward. “That was me,” he said. “I mean, I didn’t do it, but The Evil was using my secondary Gift. I’m not very strong, not normally, but I can make myself a lot stronger by stealing power from other Wardens. That’s how The Evil drained you, Jack, and your grandmother, and punched a full-on hole to its home. It’s all my fault.”
“Having a Gift isn’t your fault,” she said. “None of us chose them. And I guess they don’t choose us, either. They just happen to us, just like you happened to be there when The Evil needed you. It saw an opportunity, that’s all.”
He nodded but didn’t seem terribly reassured.
“It’s still stealing,” he said. “And stealing is wrong.”
“Lying is wrong, too,” she said, “but sometimes you absolutely have to.”
“Like back there.”
“Yup.” She tried to sound nothing but certain as they turned onto Dock Road. They were halfway to the oval. It wasn’t too late to go back.
“Sometimes I wonder how different we are from The Evil,” Stefano said, his face shadowed and brooding.
That shocked her. “We’re nothing like The Evil!”
“Sure we are. We keep secrets, we steal people’s memories, we don’t fit in —”
“Yes, but not because we want to. If The Evil wasn’t trying to take over the world, we wouldn’t need to fight it!”
“What if it’s the other way around?” he asked.
She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Surely no one could think that the Wardens were the bad guys after all the terrible things The Evil had done. The Compendium was full of them, pages and pages of atrocious tricks and schemes and lives lost trying to push it back. For thousands of years, The Evil had shown itself to be nothing but … well … evil.
Looked at that way, Jaide could totally understand Aleksandr’s determination to ensure his plan succeeded. If it wasn’t her brother and her friends trapped in
But it was, and she wasn’t. And as they pedaled across the grass to the now fully erected tent, where a Warden disguised as a security guard flagged them down, she knew exactly what to say.
“I’m Jaide Shield and this is Stefano Battaglia,” she told the guard. “We’re lightning wielders, and we’re volunteering for Project Thunderclap.”
* * *
Aleksandr interviewed them personally, scowling at Jaide like a moody lion from the other side of a metal desk. His office was a tent within the main tent. The entire space had been divided into many different sections. Through the flimsy canvas walls Jaide could hear hammering and Wardens shouting orders. There was a lot going on at a rapid, frenzied pace.
“Why are you here?” Aleksandr asked them.
“Like I told the guy outside,” Jaide said, “we want to help you get rid of The Evil. And you need all the help you can get, right? It’s not going to be easy.”
“We need Wardens, not troubletwisters.” His scowl deepened until his eyes practically disappeared into his eyebrows. “You are not disciplined enough. Have you forgotten what happened during the Grand Gathering?”
“No, but you see, here’s the thing.” Jaide had known that he would bring up the Grand Gathering, and she hadn’t known how to handle that until the conversation with Stefano on the way there. “You don’t need me to be disciplined, because you’ve got Stefano here. He’s a year older than me and a lot more disciplined. And he’s a lightning wielder, too. And he’s got a Gift that can take my strength into him. All I have to do is be there and he can do all the work.”
“Hmmm.” Aleksandr made a steeple out of his fingers. “That is an interesting suggestion. You have been training under Hector Shield, Stefano, is that correct?”
Stefano jumped a little at Jaide’s side.
“Yes, sir.”
“And it is true that you have this Gift of which Jaide speaks?”
“Yes, sir, it is. I mean, I do.”
He shot Jaide a look, as though she had betrayed a confidence. She just shrugged. He hadn’t said it was a secret, and besides, lives were at stake.