Alcatraz vs. the Shattered Lens Page 15

  But what if everyone acted like that? My mother's analogy was a good one. If every person was given a bomb big enough to destroy a city, most would probably be responsible with it. But it took only one mistake to ruin everything.

  Were the Librarians right to want to contain some information?

  I thought they might have been. But, of course, they were wrong about a lot of other things. They controlled too much, and they sought to enforce their way by conquering people. They lied, they distorted, and they suppressed.

  But it was still possible for them to be right on occasion, when members of my family were wrong. And it was very possible that my mother - arrogant, conniving, and dismissive as she was - was doing something noble, while my father was being reckless.

  If he got what he wanted, it could destroy the world.

  Standing there, thinking about it, everything changed. Or perhaps I changed, and the world stayed the same. Or maybe we both changed.

  Sometimes, I wished that darn river of Heraclitus's would just stay still. So long as it wasn't moving, it was easy to figure it out, get a perspective on it.

  But that's not how life is. And sometimes, the people who used to be your enemies become your allies instead.

  "I see that you understand," Shasta said.

  “I do.”

  "Then do we have a truce?" she asked. "You and I will work together to stop him?"

  "I have to think about it first."

  "Don't take too long," she said, glancing upward. “Tuki Tuki is doomed. We'll need to get to the catacombs and do our business there quickly, then escape before the city falls."

  "I'm not abandoning Tuki Tuki!" I snapped.

  "There's no use fighting now," she said, pointing upward.

  "Not with that hole in the dome. The order of the shattered Lens has ro-bats. They'll be flying through there to drop on the city in moments."

  "Wait," I said. "Ro-bats. Are those, by chance, giant robotic bats?"

  “Of course."

  "That's the most stoopiderific thing I've ever heard of."

  "Oh, and what would you call them?"

  "Woe-bots, of course,” I said. "Since they bring woe and destruction. Duh."

  She rolled her eyes.

  "Either way, I'm not going to leave. The Mokians are depending on me. They need me."

  "Alcatraz," she said, folding her arms. "We are working for the preservation of humankind itself. Compared to that, one city is unimportant. Do you think it was easy for me to treat you like I did, all those years? It was because I knew that something more important was at stake!"

  "Right," I said, walking away. "You should win an award for your downright wonderful mothering instincts, Shasta."

  "Alcatraz!"

  I walked away. Too many things didn't make sense; I had to sort through them. As I walked, Aydee Ecks and Aluki ran up to me, she with her backpack full of bears on her shoulder, him holding his flaming spear.

  "Your Majesty," Aluki said urgently. "Lady Aydee just brought us word. The scouts have spotted something outside the city. We're in trouble."

  "Giant robotic bats?" I asked.

  “Yes.”

  "How many?"

  "Hundreds, Alcatraz!" Aydee said. "I started to do the math but Aluki stopped me. . . .”

  "Probably for the best," I said.

  "They must have been waiting until the dome broke open to surprise us," Aluki said. "Your Majesty, they'll be able to drop thousands of troops through that hole! We have no kind of air force. We'll be destroyed in minutes!"

  “I . . .”

  Aluki and Aydee looked at me, eyes urgent. Needful. "I don't know what to do,” I whispered, hand to my head.

  "You have to know what to do," Aluki said. "You're king!"

  "That doesn't mean I have all of the answers!" I said. My mother’s revelation had shocked me, unhinged me.

  Change. A man can be confident one moment – and then, with one discovery, be shocked to the point that he’s completely uncertain. If my mother was working for what was right, and my father was the one trying to destroy the world. . .

  I'd saved him. If everything went wrong, it would be my fault. What else had I been horribly wrong about?

  But could I trust what my mother had said?

  She's right, I thought, with a growing feeling of horror. The words she'd said when I watched her with the Truthfinder's Lens . . . the things my father had said . . . what I'd read . . . my own feelings and experiences with the Dark Talent. All of these things mixed and churned together in me, blended like some nefarious smoothie from a gym counter in Hades.

  The Dark Talent, my Talent, wanted everyone to be like the Smedrys. Somehow, I knew that Alcatraz the First had contained it within our family, limiting its damage and power. He was the reason why if someone became a Smedry they got a Talent - but once one became too distant from the family line, children stopped being born with Talents. You only got to be a Smedry if you were cousins to the main line that ran from my grandfather to my father, to me.

  It was contained, but my father wanted to let it out. In the face of that, I felt so insignificant. So flawed.

  "Alcatraz . . .” Aydee said hopefully. "We need a plan."

  "I don't have a plan!" I said, perhaps more loudly than I should have. "Leave me alone. I just . . . I need to think!"

  I rushed away, my pack of bears over my shoulder, leaving them standing there stunned. Yes, it was a bitter and childish reaction. But keep in mind that I was a child. The Free Kingdomers treat people like they act, regardless of their age, but I was still a thirteen-year-old boy. It was easy to get overwhelmed. Particularly when you learn you may have accidentally doomed the entire world to destruction.

  It sounds a little odd when you say it, doesn't it? A kid like me, destroying the world? It makes for a ridiculous image.

  (How ridiculous? Well, I'd say about as ridiculous as the image of a bunch of Canadian Mounties sitting on the backs of lizards while throwing cheese at one another. But that's kind of a tangent. Besides, that part isn't even in this book.)

  Everything was twisted on its head. I should have surrendered Tuki Tuki. I should have . . . I didn't know what I should have done. Stayed in the Hushlands, with my blankets pulled over my head, and never gone with Grandpa Smedry.

  I'd probably have ended up shot for that, but at least I wouldn't have put the whole world in danger.

  I looked up. Gigantic steel bats were flying through the night sky toward the hole in Tuki Tuki's dome. Each carried some fifty Librarians on their backs.

  But what could I do about that?

  I turned a corner, walking down a grassy path between two zoo buildings, leaving so that Aluki and Aydee couldn't stare at me with those disappointed eyes. Overhead, terrible screeches began to sound in the air.

  At that moment, the ground shook beneath my feet. I looked around, anxious, worrying that the Librarians had found more robots to toss boulders at the city. However, I quickly realized that the entire city wasn't shaking, just the patch of ground directly beneath me. A hole opened up under my feet. I yelped, tumbling down into a hole dug by another Librarian infiltration team.

  They'd just happened to come up right where I was standing.

  CHAPTER ???

  I’m afraid it’s time to contradict myself. I know, this is very surprising. After all, I'm never inconsistent in these books. But it's time to make an exception. Just this once. Please forgive me.

  Don't act this chapter out.

  I know you've been following along since I told you to, acting out every single event in this book. When I saved the city by powering the dome, you were there, face pressed up against the window of your room. When I had my conversation with my mother, you were repeating the same words to your mother. (She was pretty confused, eh?) When Bastille and the crew were throwing teddy bears at robots, I presume that you ran through your house with stuffed bears, throwing them at anything that moved. And when I got out all of the boxes of macaron
i and cheese in my house and mailed them to myself, you did the same thing, sending it all to me care of my publisher.

  Oh. You didn't read that part? It happened between Chapters 24601 and 070706. Really, I promise. You should go act it out right now. I can wait.

  Anyway, do not act out this chapter. You'll see why.

  My fall ended abruptly as I crashed into a bunch of surprised Librarians. I struggled, cursing. Everything was jumbled together in the dark, dirty tunnel. There were limbs all over the place; it was like I'd fallen into a bin filled with mannequin arms.

  Something looped around me, something made of wire and rope, and as I tried to scream out, something else got stuffed in my mouth.

  About thirty seconds later, the group of Librarian soldiers slung me out of their hole, bound up in a net, a gag around my mouth. It had happened so quickly that I was still dazed.

  The Librarians were wearing the standard bow ties and business suits - the men extraordinarily muscular, the women looking lean and dangerous - but their suits were camouflaged. They carried guns and moved with a sleek, threatening air. This was a particularly dangerous group of infiltrators - though, oddly, they didn't wear Warrior’s Lenses.

  I tried to scream out and give warning to Aluki and Aydee, who were waiting just around the corner. But the gag was firmly in place. The Librarians began to chat tersely with one another, speaking a language I didn't recognize. That surprised me, but it really shouldn't have. Not all Librarians in the Hushlands are from English-speaking countries.

  I calmed myself, breathing in and out. My Talent would get me out of a stoopid net, no problem. I just had to do it at the right time, when they weren't looking.

  Several of the Librarians scouted around the sides of the alleyway, peeking out, while two others - a brutish man and a woman with red hair - knelt down and began to go through my pockets. The woman pulled off my backpack, yanking it out through a hole in the net, while the man held my hands together and wrapped them with a tight string.

  The woman pulled open the backpack, rifling through it. She raised an eyebrow at the bears, but stuffed them back inside. Next she began searching through the pockets of my jacket.

  That's when I got nervous. If they found my Lenses . . . It was time to escape. My Talent would probably surprise them, give me a chance to run. I took a deep breath through the gag and activated the Breaking Talent. Nothing happened.

  Well, okay. That was kind of a lie. Lots of things happened. Some birds flew by, a beetle crawled past, the grass converted carbon dioxide into sugar by means of the sun's energy. My heart beat (very quickly), the Librarians chatted (very quietly), and the Earth rotated (very unnoticeably).

  I guess what I meant, then, is this: As far as my Talent was concerned, nothing happened.

  It didn't engage. Nothing broke. I felt a moment of desperation and tried again. The Talent refused. It was like I could . . . feel it in there, seething, angry at me. Almost like it was offended by the things I'd talked about with my mother.

  It had been a long time since I'd had trouble getting my Talent to do what I wanted it to. I had flashbacks to earlier years in my life, when it ran rampant, breaking everything I didn't want to but unable to break things I did want to.

  I squirmed in my bindings, and the beefy Librarian pushed me down harder. He had a cruel, twisted face.

  The woman said something, sounding surprised as she pulled my pair of Oculator's Lenses out of my pocket. I hadn't put them back on after using my Truthfinder’s Lens on my mother.

  The Librarians nearby all got dark expressions on their faces. The woman pulled something from her pocket – a kind of small gun. She pointed it at the Lenses in her hand.

  They vaporized, turning to dust, then even that dust seemed to burn away. She shook the frames - which were intact - and inspected them, then tossed them aside.

  That's right! I thought. The order of the shattered Lens has the army. They hate all kinds of glass. That made me even more frantic. I squirmed enough that the big guy holding me down grumbled, and pulled something out of his pocket. Another type of gun.

  My eyes opened wide, and I froze as he pointed it down and pulled the trigger.

  And then I died.

  No, really. I died. Dead, dead, dead.

  What's that, you say? How could I be dead? I survived long enough to write this book, you claim?

  Well . . . um . . . I could be writing it as a ghost. So there.

  BOO!

  Anyway, you're right. The gun didn't kill me. It fired some kind of dart into the ground next to me, attached by a rope. He fired another dart on the other side, and the rope tightened, holding the net - and therefore me - to the ground. The woman got out a knife and cut my jacket off of me.

  That's right. My favorite green jacket, the one I'd been wearing since I'd left the Hushlands.

  This, I thought with sudden fierceness, means war!

  (And please don't tell Bastille that I was nearly as broken up about losing my jacket as I was when she got knocked unconscious.)

  The two Librarians retreated, one carrying the remnants of my jacket. They left me squirming on the ground, pinned against the grass, gagged. I was desperate by this point. Up above, the flying bats were descending into the city, bearing Librarian soldiers. People screamed throughout the city, yelling, a sense of panic to their voices.

  This is the point where, usually, I come up with some brilliant plan to save everyone. I tried hard, searching through my options. But nothing occurred to me. I was pinned down, my Talent refused to work, and I had no Lenses. About a billion Librarian soldiers were descending on Tuki Tuki, and dawn was still hours away.

  Why is it I always ended up in these kinds of scrapes? My life over the past six months seemed to me like one bumbling disaster after another. I wasn't any good at fighting the Librarians, I was just good at getting kidnapped, locked up, knocked out, and covered in tar.

  Just like my Talent, my wits failed me. It happens, sometimes, particularly when your victories seem so accidental, like mine often do. Besides, even if I could somehow escape the net, Tuki Tuki was still doomed. I couldn't stop thousands of Librarian soldiers.

  It was hopeless.

  To the side, the Librarians emptied my jacket pockets. They lifted up the Translator's Lenses.

  And, with a flash, destroyed them.

  My inheritance was gone. One of the most powerful sets of Lenses ever created, something my father had searched for more than a decade to gather. And these Librarians had destroyed them without ever knowing what they meant.

  Well, so be it.

  Now, at this point, you're probably pretty frustrated with me. "Alcatraz,” you're probably screaming, "you can do it, little guy!" Or maybe you're screaming, "Hey, Bozo, stop being so depressed and do something!"

  If you’re yelling either of those things, might I remind you that you're talking to a book? It can't really respond to you. Do you talk to inanimate things often? (Man, you really are a weirdo.)

  Anyway, whenever I'd been put in a situation like this before, I'd thought of some kind of brilliant plan at the last moment. However, it's really tough to be brilliant on command. Sometimes, you get trapped, and there just isn't any way out.

  I lay, pinned down, staring up at the sky. What had I really accomplished since I'd met my grandfather? I'd rescued my father, and in doing so had unwittingly helped him in his crazy quest to give everyone Smedry Talents. In Nalhalla, I'd gotten back my father's Translator's Lenses for him. Another step toward helping him destroy the world.

  And now here I was in Mokia. I'd accepted the throne, becoming king. For what? So I could convince them to keep on fighting when they should have surrendered? So I could make Bastille fall in combat?

  The Librarians vaporized my Courier's Lenses next. Then they got out my Bestower's Lenses and my single Truthfinder's Lens. The Librarians vaporized one of the Bestower's Lenses.

  There, I thought. I've finally done it. I've failed.


  Above, in the air, Librarians dove into the city on the backs of their robotic bats.

  And behind them, something appeared from the darkness.

  Tiny at first, but growing larger. Shadowy vehicles, flying through the night.

  More Librarians, I thought. That's obviously what that is. More Librarians, flying in gigantic glass birds. That makes perfect sense. My, those Librarians look awfully strange, wearing armor and carrying swords like that. One might even think that they're actually . . .

  I sat upright, shocked. Or, well, I would have sat upright, save for that whole pinned-to-the-ground-and-tied-up thing. So, anyway, I lay pinned to the ground, tied up, but I did it feeling completely shocked.

  There, swooping down out of the darkness, was a fleet of twenty glass vehicles with Knights of Crystallia riding on their backs. They dove behind the bats, dropping into the city. The sounds of yelling, fighting, and cheers of war rose in the air.

  It had worked. My stoopid plan had worked.

  Perhaps I should explain. Do you remember back right before Kaz ran off to attack the robots? You should, it was only, like, two chapters ago. (Too busy talking to books to pay attention to reading them, eh?) Anyway, I sent him with a message for my grandfather. “Tell him that we really, really need him here by midnight. If he doesn't arrive by then, we're doomed!"

  You might have ignored the message. Of course we wanted my grandfather to arrive immediately; it was obvious.

  But Kaz's explanation of Talents had changed my perception of them. The way we, as Smedrys, see the world affects how the Talents work. Like Aydee - if she thinks there are thousands of teddy bears, then there are. Reality doesn't matter as much as the Smedry's view of reality.

  Aydee's and Grandpa's Talents are very similar. She moves things through space and puts them where she thinks they should be. Grandpa moves things through time, putting them when he thinks they should be - so long as that when is something he perceives as being late.