Reflection by Lynn Moon

Author:Lynn Moon
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781633930209
Publisher: Koehler Books
Published: 2015-01-17T16:00:00+00:00

16

AGES

THE MORNING comes all too soon. I could have slept another few hours, but Takoda’s up and preparing breakfast.

“Good morning, beautiful.”

I wipe my eyes. “Good morning. Any coffee?”

Takoda hands me a steaming cup as I drop my legs from the side of the bed. I take a sip. “I wonder if this was meant to be used as a bed?” I pat the sleeping bags.

“Not sure what else it would have been used for,” he answers. “Come, eat.”

After breakfast we try to find the people who live down below. The more we search, the more we have to accept that we don’t know how to find them.

“We’ll need to ask the Nomaddas to show us the way,” I suggest. We change our direction to head back to the 3-D man. But when we find him there are no Nomaddas. “Well this is just great,” I say, dropping my backpack. “We don’t know where anyone lives.”

“There are several paths left to explore. We should try one,” Takoda suggests.

The dark hall directly behind the 3-D man leads us to a set of steep stairs. We stand there staring. Our legs are still sore, but we climb. At the top, we find ourselves on a large platform overlooking the city.

“Check this out!” Standing near the stone railing, we can see the large ancient ruins carved from the cavern walls. We can see the sky from here and realize the city is not in a cave, but buried deep between two rock cliffs. It’s these cliffs that steal the sun’s rays from the streets. But down even farther, a thin red lake flows from the tip of the cavern and flows as far as our eyes can see. “Is that the lava that heats the city?” I point to the thin red line.

“Yes, that is correct,” a voice answers from behind us. We start and turn to see the old woman from the underground city. “The lake returns any fallen rocks back to the soul of our planet.”

“We wanted to come to you, Great Grandmother Shyanna, but we didn’t know how to find you.” I cautiously approach her with a smile. But she backs away. I hesitate. “We were looking for the Nomaddas to help us find you, but then we realized we didn’t know how to find them either.”

“You climbed all these stairs in search of what exactly?” Her grin shows amusement and not anger.

“You,” I reply. “I had to find you.”

“Why?” A look of understanding shows in her smile, “Since you are here my, daughter, please follow me.” She takes a path that leads us to another set of stairs.

“More stairs,” I groan.

Takoda shrugs.

“She called me daughter,” I whisper.

“You are her daughter, just a few generations down,” he explains. “We would call her Mother.”

“I see,” I reply.

We enter a chamber painted in gold. Every wall, the ceiling and the floor sparkle with gold. The chamber vibrates slightly, and we can feel it resonating.

“Gold?” Takoda asks.

“Yes, it’s a recovery chamber,” my great grandmother replies.

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