better,â says Lük. We step out and he and Kael and Rana share a look. âReady to play the part?â
âThree starry-eyed students of the protectorate,â says Kael cynically.
They each produce a shimmering jade disk etched in Atlantean, and affix it to their chests above their hearts, a badge of some kind, then climb out of the craft and ascend the stairs and pass through an arched entryway.
A guard stands just on the other side, in a copper helmet and crimson robe, holding a long staff with a gleaming blade at the end. His gaze is stern until he sees the three, then his face softens into a wrinkly smile. âThere you are,â he says. âMaster Alara was starting to wonder where youâd gotten off to.â
âThe usual debauchery, Deniel,â says Kael. âWine, weedââhe grabs Rana by the waistââand wonderful women.â
I feel Lük bristle at this. Rana doesnât push Kael away but instead wraps her arm around Kaelâs shoulder. âIsnât he adorable,â and in seconds she has flipped him into a headlock.
âAnd you are feeling well and ready?â Deniel asks.
âAs weâll ever be,â says Lük. Deniel pats Lük warmly on the shoulder as he passes, and Lükâs nerves rattle again.
The three emerge onto a balcony, the top level of the enormous coliseum, open to the air. Because of the dome shape, this highest ring is also the smallest and the closest to the center, and so it is suspended over the legions of people below and nearly right above a round stage.
Figures in hooded robes are assembling there, slowly making their way up staircases on different sides of the stage and forming a circle.
âThere you are at last.â
The three approach an older woman who wears the same type of robe as the figures below. Her hood is back to reveal her silver-and-blue hair. Master Alara looks like sheâd be in her sixties in my time, but I can sense in Lükâs mind that she is well over one hundred.
Much longer life was possible when the world was in harmony with me , the Terra informs me.
Alara leans close to the three. âI need to go down and make my appearance,â she says, âand play my part. You have what you need?â
âWe do, Mother,â says Rana, and I see her eyes have welled up.
âDonât,â says Alara, shaking her head, and yet I recognize her face and know that Rana is right to fear. Not long from now, Alara will stand across from them when their throats are slit, though neither she nor the rest of them know this.
She pulls Rana to her, rubbing her shoulder. âThe Terra may find worth in our lives yet.â Alara closes her eyes for a moment, breathing deep, her nose in Ranaâs hair, then pulls away and brushes her robe. She lifts her hood over her head, shadowing her tear-streaked face. âI will see you after.â
âGood luck,â says Kael.
Alara sweeps out, and the three move to their seats. There are two rows in this balcony, and three seats in the front have been left open. The rest are taken by students of similar ages, but none of them speak to the three, only in hushed tones to one another. Lük catches a few wary glances, some leering, and I can feel him bristle at this, but he also thinks to himself, They donât understand. Theyâve chosen to remain blind to what is really happening.
The coliseum is almost full, the circle of masters on the stage nearly complete. From Lükâs mind I understand that there are twelve masters, one for each realm of Atlantis. I can see the map, the Polarians in Greenland, the Vira Cocha in the Andes, Olmecia on the Yucatán, the Sumer in the Middle East, Jiahu in the Far East, and more in cities around the globe.
We are in Atlante, the capital city, on the edge of Antarctica, its ice-covered mountains nearby. The Atlanteans consider this the center of the world, with the magnetic