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"So what's in the bag?"
"The solar system," he says.
"If they aren't part of my Legacy then why have you never shown me?"
"Because you needed to develop a Legacy in order to activate them."
He clears the kitchen table and then sits across from me with the bag in his lap. He smiles at me, sensing my enthusiasm. Then he reaches down and removes seven glass orbs of varying sizes from the bag. He holds them up to his face in his cupped hands and blows on the glass orbs. Tiny flickers of light come from within them, then he tosses them up in the air and all at once they come to life, suspended above the kitchen table. The glass balls are a replica of our solar system. The largest of them is the size of an orange-Lorien's sun-and it hangs in the middle emitting the same amount of light as a lightbulb while looking like a self-contained sphere of lava. The other balls orbit around it. Those closest to the sun move at a faster rate, while those farthest away seem to only creep by. All of them spi
"So what's happening?" I ask.
"The ball is taking on the exact form of what Lorien looks like at this moment."
"How is this even possible?"
"It's a special place, John. An old magic exists at its very core. That's where your Legacies come from. It's what gives life and reality to the objects contained within your Inheritance."
"But you just said that this isn't part of my Legacy."
"No, but they come from the same place."
Indentations form, mountains grow, deep creases cut across the surface where I know rivers once ran. And then it stops. I look for any sort of color, any movement, any wind that might blow across the land. But there is nothing. The entire landscape is a monochromatic patch of gray and black. I don't know what I had hoped to see, what I had expected. Movement of some kind, a hint of fertileness. My spirits fall. Then the surface dims away so that we can see through it and at the very core of the globe a slight glow begins to form. It glows, then dims, then glows again as though replicating the heartbeat of a sleeping animal.
"What is that?" I ask.
"The planet still lives and breathes. It has withdrawn deep into itself, biding its time. Hibernating, if you will. But it will wake one of these days."
"What makes you so sure?"
"That little glow right there," he says. "That is hope, John."
I watch it. I find an odd pleasure in seeing it glow. They tried to wipe away our civilization, the planet itself, and yet it still breathes. Yes, I think, there is always hope, just as Henri has said all along.
"That isn't all."
Henri stands and snaps his fingers and the planets stop moving. He moves his face to within inches of Lorien, then cups his hands around his mouth and again breathes onto it. Hints of green and blue sweep across the ball and begin to fade almost immediately as the mist from Henri's breath evaporates.
"What did you do?"
"Flash your hands on it," he says.
I make them glow and when I hold them over the ball the green and blue come back, only this time they stay as my hands shine upon it.
"It's how Lorien looked the day before the invasion. Would you look how beautiful it all is? Sometimes even I forget."
It is beautiful. Everything green and blue, plush and verdant. The vegetation seems to waver beneath gusts of wind that I can somehow feel. Slight ripples appear on the water. The planet is truly alive, flourishing. But then I turn my glow back off and it all fades away, back to shades of gray.
Henri points at a spot on the globe's surface.
"Right here," he says, "is where we took off from on the day of the invasion." Then he moves his finger half an inch from the spot. "And right here is where the Loric Museum of Exploration used to be."
I nod and look at the spot he is pointing to. More gray.
"What do museums have to do with anything?" I ask. I sit back in the chair. It's hard to look at this without feeling sad.
He looks back at me. "I've been thinking a lot about what you saw."
"Uh-huh," I say, urging him on.
"It was a huge museum, devoted entirely to the evolution of space travel. One of the wings of the building held early rockets that were thousands of years old. Rockets that used to run on a kind of fuel known only to Lorien," he says, and stops, looking back to the small glass orb hanging two feet above our kitchen table. "Now, if what you saw did in fact happen, if a second ship managed to take off and escape from Lorien during the height of the war, then it would have to have been housed at the space museum. There's no other explanation for it. I'm still having a tough time believing that it would have worked, and even if it did, that it would have gotten very far."
"So if it wouldn't have gotten very far, then why are you still thinking about it?"
Henri shakes his head. "You know, I'm not really sure. Maybe because I've been wrong before. Maybe because I'm hoping I am wrong now. And, well, if it had made it anywhere, then it would have made it here, the closest life-sustaining planet aside from Mogadore. And that's to assume that there was life on it in the first place, that it wasn't just full of artifacts, or that it wasn't just empty, meant to confuse the Mogadorians. But I think there had to have been at least one Loric ma
Another night of insomnia. I stand shirtless in front of the mirror, staring into it with both lights in my hands turned on. "I don't know how much we can expect from here on out," Henri said today. The light at Lorien's core still burns, and the objects we brought from there still work, so why would that magic have ended there? And what about the others: are they now ru
I flex in front of the mirror, then punch the air, hoping that the mirror will break, or a thud will be heard on the door. But there is nothing. Just me looking like an idiot standing shirtless, shadowboxing with myself while Bernie Kosar watches from the bed. It's nearly midnight and I'm not tired in the least. Bernie Kosar jumps off the bed, sits beside me, and watches my reflection. I smile at him and he wags his tail.
"How about you?" I ask Bernie Kosar. "Do you have any special powers? Are you a superdog? Should I put your cape back on so you can go flying through the air?"
His tail keeps wagging and he paws the ground while looking at me through the tops of his eyes. I lift him up and over my head and fly him around the room.
"Look! It's Bernie Kosar, the magnificent superdog!"
He squirms under my grip, so I set him down. He plops on his side with his tail thumping against the mattress.
"Well, buddy, one of us should have superpowers. And it doesn't look like it's going to be me. Unless we go back to the Dark Ages and I can supply the world with light. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'm useless."
Bernie Kosar rolls onto his back and stares at me with big eyes, wanting me to rub his belly.