Lost on Mars (33 page)

‘Oh yes,' he rubbed his beard thoughtfully. ‘Here, we've got the help and support of people who know far more than we do. Clever people, who've been on this planet much longer than we have. I think back to the living we scratched out of the ground before in our old lives and it seems so pitiful. We didn't even know this grand, wonderful City was here!'

He smiled broadly and kissed me on the cheek. The conversation was over, I could tell.

I was pretty surprised and all, by Da's attitude. If there was one man who'd been happy in those wide-open Martian spaces, then it was him. I never thought to see him content in a tiny, cosy flat like this. But I guess people change. The stuff that happens to them forces them to change.

‘You'll see, Lore,' he winked at me. ‘This is a great City. A good place for us to live.'

Then the boys were coming in with all the bedclothes to make our overnight den, and Grandma was bringing a tray of steaming mugs.

She grinned, nodding at the clock above the mantle. ‘Look! It'll soon be Christmas Day!'

44

I woke before all the others.

It wasn't quite dawn.

I sat up in the festive living room under the dark shape of the Christmas tree and watched them sleeping, Al and Peter breathing contentedly. Grandma and Da were in their own rooms. The apartment was very still. The clock on the mantle ticked very softly.

I found myself looking through a gap in the thin curtains. Starlight, Earth light and a Mother of Pearl glow. I got up and drew closer, hugging my duvet to me.

One of the stars was slowly expanding. It grew into a large ball of blue light.

It was falling out of the sky, coming closer across the tall tenement roofs. Somehow I knew the light was coming directly to me.

My family and friends slumbered on as I went to stand at the window to meet this light halfway.

I thought it might be a fairy, or a genie, come to grant me wishes. I thought it might be a Christmas angel. Or a ghost.

Something marvellous, magical.

And so it was.

It was Sook.

She slid out of the sky onto the fifth-storey gantry with ease, her scaled wings folding up neatly behind her. She looked so gorgeous and perfect. I opened the window for her and in she came, noiselessly, bringing a scattering of snow. I fell into her arms and she chuckled at me.

‘I found you again, Lora.'

‘You were looking for me?'

‘Of course.'

‘You just left us here, in this City. And then you went away again.'

‘Yes,' she smiled. ‘That is my job. I bring you to the City. Just as I brought your father, your grandmother, and all the others.'

‘W – what?'

She didn't say any more just yet. Next thing, she drew me out of the apartment.

I felt a heart-stopping pang at leaving the others behind, but I had no choice. We were standing on the roof on Christmas morning, just before dawn. It was freezing and we were flying, plunging into the frosty skies over the proud towers of Eventide District. Sook had her arms tightly about me and the whole pale, pink sky was starting to come alive. The Christmas morning light was like golden sheets of flame whirling about us.

I saw that this District was on the eastern flank of the City Inside, where the horizon started to curve upwards into the sphere of sky. Now we were soaring back into the centre, streaking past green glass towers and sapphire steeples. I'd never seen the City look so beautiful before.

Sook kept on chuckling. She was delighted I was with her again. Her whole body shook with joy and her sheer delight in flying and holding me like this.

I recognised some of the City below us. Certain districts and distinctive buildings. I even thought I glimpsed our own tower block in Stockpot.

Soon it looked like the very centre of the City was beneath us. There were the university buildings and the grey stone of the library. Here was the smooth green dome of the Planetarium. It was in the very heart of the City Inside and now I looked all around me, I saw how huge that City was. Two hundred and fifty years in the making. All that life, teeming within.

Sook said, ‘I once told you that the friendships between humans and Martians were very important.'

‘You did,' I said. My teeth were chattering. My breath was coming out in long plumes.

‘I brought you here because of our friendship, Lora. You must believe that.'

‘Sook,' I said. ‘Are there Martians here, in this City? I think I've seen them … I think I've heard their laughter…'

‘They are here, Lora,' Sook told me. ‘The Martians and their strange children rule this City in secret.'

I felt a horrid sensation, like small, cold hands squeezing my heart. ‘Are they going to take us over?'

‘We are already here. Human and Martian lives are inextricably linked in the City Inside.'

‘Da says you're wrong, Sook. He says the Martians don't eat human flesh…'

‘Oh, but they do, Lora. The Martians are always very hungry.'

‘Well then, what am I to do?'

Sook slowed to a graceful halt above the curved rooftops. She gripped me hard about the waist, and kissed me once on the lips.

‘You are going to save your people and this City, Lora. And I swear I promise to help you.'

Before I could say anything, Sook lifted us back into the skies.

I was too breathless to speak, as we took flight across the sheer, fantastic blue of Christmas morning on Mars.

Acknowledgements

Thanks to Penn
y
Thomas and Janet Thomas and everyone at Firefly, and to Patricia Duncker.

Paul Magrs
grew up in Newton Aycliffe, County Durham and went to the University of Lancaster. He was a Senior Lecturer in English Literature and Creative Writing at UEA, running their famous MA course, and then at MMU in Manchester. Now he writes full time, at home in Levenshulme, where he lives with his partner Jeremy Hoad. He's written many children's and YA titles, including five
Doctor Who
novels with BBC Books,
Strange Boy,
Exchange
and
Diary of a Doctor Who Addict
.

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