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to save Hok from dying so young. Why Jonas cared so much he didn't know, neither Hok nor Ell would have given it a second thought if it had been Jonas who was on the receiving end of the Red-Badges' blasters. Nonetheless, Jonas wanted no part in putting Twain in any danger.
Twain smiled to himself in the shadowed light, "The Guard don’t come around my way, even when looking for missing princes, you don't need to worry."
Twain switched off the hoverbike's front lights and Jonas saw a soft glowing of multi-coloured light mixing with the darkness at the end of the tunnel. The colours refracted through the air as if it was some magical doorway to a land beyond the living. The tunnel ended as they reached the other world. Twain stopped the bike on top of a ledge where the ground fell away beneath them. Jonas stood up, his eyes were hypnotized by the luciferase ceiling of a gigantic cave. The sky was alive with vibrant sparkles of yellows, reds, blues, purples and greens. Algae and worms that lived in the roots of the trees above the ground lit up the world below. The underground city of Subterennea was blessed with an eternal night, a night filled with stars more beautiful even than the real night sky. Beneath the sky, towering buildings glittering with lights spired up from the ground to the cave top and great glass lifts rose and fell to and from the world above. Transporters went about their business, floating between the buildings and the look that was held on Jonas's face told Twain that he never would have imagined a city such as this existing. His jaw was ajar, as he took in the awe of the life beneath the ground.
The city was split into several settlements. To the left was the main district, packed with tall buildings and bright lights that perched up high on a mighty ledge. At the bottom of the cliff below was a village which sat beside a dark flowing river. A dozen separate hamlets stretched out along the river towards the back of the cave before it disappeared into darkness. And then down to the right, carved into the rock sides lay a scattered town of sweet and modest houses, finished with dried-grass roofs and fires that flickered a warming light through their windows.
"Come on, just down here," Twain said, kicking the bike into life with Lynk now clinging on to his back.
Jonas moved his head from side to side one last time, taking in the view beneath him before he jumped back onto the bike. Twain hovered off towards the town cut into the base of the rock.
They pulled up outside a small shack, wooden-framed doors and windows dressed the un-rendered clay and pebble walls that backed onto a solid cliff. Twain opened the door for Jonas to enter. He could feel the warmth of the place as he walked beneath the mantel. Not just the warmth of a crackling fire but a feeling of love that oozed from every corner of the spotless floors and warm rugs and cosy chairs. Everywhere Jonas looked he imagined the laughter and closeness of Twain's family. It was everything he'd never had.
Twain introduced Jonas to his mother, Lora. She was very welcoming of Twain's new friend even after Twain explained everything to her with Jonas filling in the gaps at the parts that Twain didn't yet know. Lora suggested that running away might not be the best thing to do under the circumstances but Jonas must do what he felt was right for him. Jonas had never had a mothers point of view before but he felt that returning home to what he knew best was the only thing he could do.
Twain took Jonas into his workshop. He sat down on a stool, picked up a small metal part, pulled a magnifying glass towards himself and began to inspect it, "This minim is all that stands between you and returning to Rilk," said Twain.
Jonas peered down at the insignificant looking piece of metal in Twain's hand. And with a determined look of escape on his face, he reached around to the back of his neck and removed his pendant.
"Twain, thank you, no-one has ever really
Twain smiled to himself in the shadowed light, "The Guard don’t come around my way, even when looking for missing princes, you don't need to worry."
Twain switched off the hoverbike's front lights and Jonas saw a soft glowing of multi-coloured light mixing with the darkness at the end of the tunnel. The colours refracted through the air as if it was some magical doorway to a land beyond the living. The tunnel ended as they reached the other world. Twain stopped the bike on top of a ledge where the ground fell away beneath them. Jonas stood up, his eyes were hypnotized by the luciferase ceiling of a gigantic cave. The sky was alive with vibrant sparkles of yellows, reds, blues, purples and greens. Algae and worms that lived in the roots of the trees above the ground lit up the world below. The underground city of Subterennea was blessed with an eternal night, a night filled with stars more beautiful even than the real night sky. Beneath the sky, towering buildings glittering with lights spired up from the ground to the cave top and great glass lifts rose and fell to and from the world above. Transporters went about their business, floating between the buildings and the look that was held on Jonas's face told Twain that he never would have imagined a city such as this existing. His jaw was ajar, as he took in the awe of the life beneath the ground.
The city was split into several settlements. To the left was the main district, packed with tall buildings and bright lights that perched up high on a mighty ledge. At the bottom of the cliff below was a village which sat beside a dark flowing river. A dozen separate hamlets stretched out along the river towards the back of the cave before it disappeared into darkness. And then down to the right, carved into the rock sides lay a scattered town of sweet and modest houses, finished with dried-grass roofs and fires that flickered a warming light through their windows.
"Come on, just down here," Twain said, kicking the bike into life with Lynk now clinging on to his back.
Jonas moved his head from side to side one last time, taking in the view beneath him before he jumped back onto the bike. Twain hovered off towards the town cut into the base of the rock.
They pulled up outside a small shack, wooden-framed doors and windows dressed the un-rendered clay and pebble walls that backed onto a solid cliff. Twain opened the door for Jonas to enter. He could feel the warmth of the place as he walked beneath the mantel. Not just the warmth of a crackling fire but a feeling of love that oozed from every corner of the spotless floors and warm rugs and cosy chairs. Everywhere Jonas looked he imagined the laughter and closeness of Twain's family. It was everything he'd never had.
Twain introduced Jonas to his mother, Lora. She was very welcoming of Twain's new friend even after Twain explained everything to her with Jonas filling in the gaps at the parts that Twain didn't yet know. Lora suggested that running away might not be the best thing to do under the circumstances but Jonas must do what he felt was right for him. Jonas had never had a mothers point of view before but he felt that returning home to what he knew best was the only thing he could do.
Twain took Jonas into his workshop. He sat down on a stool, picked up a small metal part, pulled a magnifying glass towards himself and began to inspect it, "This minim is all that stands between you and returning to Rilk," said Twain.
Jonas peered down at the insignificant looking piece of metal in Twain's hand. And with a determined look of escape on his face, he reached around to the back of his neck and removed his pendant.
"Twain, thank you, no-one has ever really
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