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looked and wondered what more he could reveal.
    ‘I will look for myself,’ she said and pushed through the bushes and started to make her way toward the valley floor.
     
    Ari and Quixote both grabbed for the pistol, though Argus reached over the top of them and yanked it out of their reach.
    ‘Bravery may be yours, but more than that is needed to use this.’
    Ari and Quixote looked disappointed, though shrugged their shoulders and tore off after Melaleuca.
     
    Argus plonked himself down.
    They aren’t normal. He had pictured them scared and glad to be rescued. So far they hardly seemed the rescuing sort. And one more still needed to be found.
    Unable to fight off sleep any longer, the quiet of the forest seeped into his worn muscles and he nodded off. Visions of a long lost land where the men of Ori came from washed over him and the words, ‘took it thirty years ago,’ accompanied his thoughts into sleep.
     
    Shouting woke him up and Melaleuca stood over him red faced, puffing and panting.
    ‘They’re coming across the valley, scores of them.’
    ‘They look mean,’ Ari said.
    ‘Come,’ Melaleuca commanded.
     
    A long line of men almost spread the length of the valley. With no apparent hurry they trod forward at a steady pace. Furs and layers of tattered cloth hung off them. Thick hunks of rough wood adorned them for crude armour and great chunks of matted hair hung down from their heads and faces. Some bore long barrelled rifles while most brandished bladed staffs of vicious looking angles.
    Quixote made a pistol shape with his hand and started shooting them.
    ‘These men mean to kill you,’ Argus said.
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter 3 – What’s Beyond
     
     
    The Harbinger stood before a large partially open granite door, lost in thought. He wondered how many years he had been coming to check the room.
    Twenty maybe, or had it been thirty?
    The exact number eluded him.
    As tar-black darkness stared back at him from the room, he sensed something wrong. An unnatural dull glow should have emanated from it - a sure sign the objects he had guarded all these years lay active. Like a man staring far out to sea he scanned deep into the darkness and squinted, scratching his head confused until he realised that the darkness was the answer. Either the objects had disappeared or worse, those that last used them had died.
    He stepped into the room and groped for the objects. He ran his hands over them, counting all 14 and breathed a sigh of relief.
     
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    Lexington paced back and forth. She had heard the gunshot over twenty minutes ago yet no one had returned.
    She pulled out a notebook, opened it and wrote...
    Why?
    Then wrote...
    Why us?
    She sat on the lid of her foxhole and waited.
    ‘Yes I know I should be in the foxhole,’ she said to herself, ‘but I think better out here.’
    ‘I think your mum wanted you to work it out for yourself ,’ her thoughts replied.
    ‘Mmm. Well she is not here, so help me work out what is going on.’
    ‘You haven’t told the others about me yet.’
    ‘Mum told me not to. Said the others would understand later.’
    ‘Are you ashamed of me?’
    ‘Don’t be absurd. You are me.’
    ‘Then tell the others.’
    ‘At the right time.’
    ‘The time is now.’
    ‘The time is time to work out what is going on. Melaleuca knows something and I want to work it out before she gets back.’
    ‘Fancy. Melaleuca gets it right every time and you have to think. Maybe you just need what she’s got.’
    ‘You are supposed to help me solve the things that I cannot. That’s how Mum said you came into existence.’
    ‘My birth? How does it go again?’
    ‘Look you can play later, time to work.’
    ‘Hmmmph. I never get to play. Maybe I just won’t work.’
    Lexington sighed. The last thing she needed was her mind rebelling. With nothing in the past twenty four hours making sense, she needed its help analysing what little she knew. And Melaleuca knowing something she did