![]() ![]() Now who on Taras are you? Where did you come from?” Was this the same person who’d spoken to him outside? “Uh … who are you?” “There you are.”įor a moment he struggled to form a slurred question. A dark-haired boy leaned over him, studying his face. ![]() The blinding sunlight was gone-he was somewhere dim and quiet, breathing processed indoor air. “Guide the star!” he shouted, just before the blackness closed in. The pain swelled, crowding everything else out, and he felt himself slipping away. Something had begun to rise in his chest, a bubble of vital information-what was it? His mouth worked silently, trying to pin down the words dancing at the edge of his tongue. “Who are you? How’d you get past the fence?”įence? He shook his head. It took a moment to unscramble what the person was shouting. With a cry of surprise, he turned and saw a blurry figure crouched beside him. What was this place?Ī hand landed on his shoulder. He squinted hard enough to make out the gray shape of a nearby building, and something vast and green behind it. The muggy air seemed to vibrate, but he couldn’t tell whether it was real or whether he was imagining it. Shoving aside his confusion, he pushed himself to one knee with a grunt. He grasped for simple facts: where he was, how he’d gotten here. The pain followed a second later, smacking the back of his head like a club. ![]() He sucked in a ragged gasp of air and sat up. The boy opened his eyes to a sky the color of melted butter and a sense of inexplicable terror. ![]()
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