stuff we come up with.’
‘Lex.’
‘Am I the only one who has forgotten our parents disappeared with no explanation?’
Ari grabbed Lexington’s arm and squeezed it. ‘It’s okay Lex. Just wait and listen.’
He motioned to Melaleuca.
‘It is time I tell you what Mum said. She said that if they were not back within a day that it may be months before they return and that someone would come for us and to trust.’
‘Why didn’t you just tell us?’ Lexington said exasperated.
‘Wait,’ Melaleuca motioned, ‘there’s more. She also said the key was to keep moving forward. Think as little as possible. Just keep moving forward.’
She stopped and let her words hang in the air for them to dwell on.
‘That is why today...there is no re-runs. We will follow Antavahni to where-ever he takes us.’
The boys accepted this with little questioning though Lexington looked upset.
‘But all my questions…..and…and you held this from us.’
Melaleuca shuffled across to her. Her sharp face gazed into Lexington’s soft round face.
‘Think and analyse while we move,’ she commanded and then as soft as Melaleuca could manage, added, ‘I know you can do it. If anyone has the brains to work out how to do it, then you do Lexington.’
Melaleuca stood, a commander of pre-adult years. She knew that before them lay the unknown and that wherever their parents were now they could not help them. She felt this to be true.
‘Antavahni. You will now explain,’ Melaleuca said.
‘Ahem,’ Lexington said clearing her throat. ‘I would still like some answers still.’ She directed her question at Antavahni staring past Melaleuca.
Antavahni knelt before them and with a gentle voice and a shimmering face, said, ‘No answers will be provided for you. It is for you to now work this out. Many trials will accost you. Through all this you must remain who you have been. Change for no one but yourselves. You must solve this for yourself. No one will help you. You will be on your own yet you will have each other.’
Quixote became distracted and looking at Argus said, ‘What did happen to your face?’
‘I’m just younger now, that’s all.’
Antavahni grabbed Quixote’s head and turned it back to him and said, ‘Imp. Did you hear me?’
‘Yup.’
Argus snorted in sarcasm.
‘50,000 years alive and that’s your wisdom.’
‘50,000? That’s impossible,’ Lexington said.
Antavahni stiffened and stared harshly at Argus.
Argus shrugged, caring little. ‘Won’t happen again.’
Quixote smirked and pointed at Antavahni while looking at Lexington. ‘Anything is possible.’
Lexington frowned at him.
‘In play you can imagine anything. Reality, however, is garbed with the laws of physics.’
Melaleuca squeezed the back of her own neck, making a “tsk” noise.
‘Mmm…yes. About that. Mum did say something more.’
‘What,’ Lexington asked. ‘What else did she say?’
‘She said, keep moving forward...and keep playing. That playing was most important of all.’
‘What? That makes no sense at all. This is real. We should act like it is real.’
‘I don’t understand it but I trust if we move forward it will become clear. Use your brain to work it out. But we will follow her instructions.’ Lexington put her hand to her chest, feeling the medallion under her clothes.
‘Well I have a secret as well.’
‘Oh,’ Melaleuca said, surprised.
Lexington so wanted to tell but the feel of the medallion reminded her it was a secret. Lexington moved her head in a slight glib nod and made a little “humph” noise, turned and walked away. What other choice lay before them? Stuck out in the middle of nowhere - even more nowhere than their home - she knew that they had to stick together. She really wanted to talk to her inner voice but she could not. Not yet anyway. Not in front of the others.
Lexington marched back to Melaleuca, standing resolute before her.
‘I will move forward but I