Shield of the Gods (Aigis Trilogy, Book 1) (37 page)

             
“C’mon, Aerigo! You’re almost there.” Rox pressed herself flat, reaching as far as her arms would allow.

             
Once Aerigo was just a few feet away, his eyes stopped glowing. Aerigo’s outstretched hand rose within reach of Roxie’s fingertips, and then they finally clasped hands. His water funnel gave out, and he closed his eyes. He passed out, dangling in Roxie’s grip.

             
After taking a moment to exhale with relief for the both of them, Roxie gripped the rim of the plateau with her free hand, then carefully pulled Aerigo back onto the broken sidewalk and rose to her feet. She pulled him into a hug, then half carried, half dragged him several yards away from the edge, the toes of his boots scraping along the rock.

             
Roxie laid Aerigo on his back and sat by his head, having no clue what to do next. Yes, they needed to take care of the cliff, but how? She needed to get under the cliff. In order to do that, she needed to either be able to fly, or be able to ride on water.

             
Aerigo woke with a start, bolting to a sitting position. He took in his surroundings, then noticed Rox. “How long have I been out?”

             
“Not even a minute,” she replied. “You—”

             
He seized Roxie’s hand and pulled them both to their feet, then led them at a run back toward the waterfall.

             
“Whoa! Hold on a minute!”

             
“Just wrap your arms around my neck and hold on tight,” Aerigo said, slowing to a stop at the edge of the broken platform.

             
“What are we doing?” Roxie asked as she did as she was told.

             
“Saving Phailon.” Aerigo hoisted Roxie so he was carrying her piggyback. He took a deep breath, exhaled heavily, then backed up several steps. He squared them up with the lip of the waterfall. “Try not to scream in my ear this time.” Aerigo took another deep breath, rocked their weight onto his back leg, then surged forward.

             
Roxie felt the color drain from her face and she bit back her scream. After watching Aerigo pass out, this was the last thing she wanted to do. She eyed the waterfall with mounting dread.

             
Aerigo leapt off the cliff and spread his arms like wings. Air whipped past their bodies. Roxie clamped to him as hard as she dared and fought down the urge to scream at so much space between her feet and the ocean below. The waterfall appeared below them and they dropped into the water thundering over the edge.

             
Aerigo tucked into a crouch, bracing his hands by his feet as if he were balancing on a surf board. The spray soaked both Aigis, and the rumbling water drowned out any chance of communication.

             
They began to fall, but it was a controlled fall. It felt like they were balancing on a net with jacuzzi water jets pumping underneath. Once Aerigo’s balance smoothed out, he led them into a dip that felt like the first drop of the universe’s largest roller coaster. They gained an alarming amount of momentum in a matter of seconds. Roxie’s stomach filled with butterflies as the ocean rushed up to meet them, and she squinted her eyes against the wind. Aerigo tilted to the right and leveled out their fall. They arced toward the cliff face, its top now a good thousand feet above them. The platform looked no bigger than half a chipped dinner plate.

             
They arrived where jutting rock met with vertical. The horizontally flowing rock looked like giant slabs had been piled on top of another, each successive layer sticking out a little more like upside down stairs. Many cracks and fractures were waiting to get big enough to dislodge the cliff.

             
Aerigo slowed their flow to the speed of a moving sidewalk. “Rox, get on my shoulders!” he yelled over the wind and flowing water. Even though they were far from the waterfall, the water he’d taken under his control bubbled and roiled beneath his feet.

             
Roxie raised herself as if she were about to leap-frog, then swung one leg at a time over his shoulders, and sat right behind his head. She tucked her toes behind his ribcage, then flung her arms out in front of her as they both teetered forward. “Whoa!”

             
Aerigo swung his feet toward the cliff and flung out his own arms. He held them there for several seconds before straightening out his legs. He drew them within arms reach of the cliff and held them as steady as the water would allow.

             
“Got everything under control?” Roxie asked as she reached out for the granite.

             
“Work as quickly as you can, but don’t sacrifice quality.”

             
So close to the source of the stone’s pain, Roxie could feel it vibrate her blood all the way up to her elbows. She closed her eyes and felt out all the twists and turns, and the length and width of the fractures. She could stick a flattened hand through most of the crack, and in some places, the thickness of her arm. The fracture ran all the way from her to the surface with hundreds of sister cracks branching off. Thousands of feet of rock needed repairing.

             
“Don’t get intimidated, Rox,” Aerigo said. “I know you can do it.”

             
Roxie nodded, then peeled her hands from the aching stone, held her arms wide like like was about to give someone a hug, and began focusing on the breaks in the rock. As she forced her hands closer, she willed the granite to get better, to fuse back together into its whole, natural formation. She felt her will fill up the crack, as if her blood was leaving through her hands and pouring into the crack. The vein of fracturing began to heat up. The heated rock turned to liquid and filled up the cracks. This process felt relieving to the granite, like lotion being rubbed onto cracked and dried skin.

             
Roxie brought her arms closer, as if she were hugging some invisible person. This motion willed the rock to cool and harden. Pain receded from her body, leaving her winded and sweating. The cliff felt stronger, no longer fearing crumbling under its own weight, and that of Phailon and its inhabitants. Yet pain still plagued Roxie’s body. Two more fractures lay off to the left. They were just as enormous.

             
Aerigo twisted away from the cliff and led them toward the next major fracture point a couple hundred yards down. Ahead of them more chunks of Phailon’s jutting platform fell to their watery doom. Their silent descent stung Roxie’s eyes with tears. Pieces of such a beautiful city were now lost to the ocean. And what for? Selfishness? As that man in black had hinted at...

             
“Focus, Rox,” Aerigo said softly.

             
“You just saw the falling rocks too, right?”

             
“It hurts to see it. I’ve been to Phailon so many times... seen so much of its beauty. But we can’t let it distract us, or even more of the city will fall. In situations like this, you have to distance yourself from your emotions so you can make good tactical choices, and keep yourself alive.”

             
“But this is all so wrong,” she said, meaning the attack on the city.

             
“Attacking Phailon like this can never be justified. All of today’s victims are innocent. It takes a good bit of training to turn off your emotions, which I know you haven’t learned to do. Here we are.”

             
Aerigo positioned them within Roxie’s reach, who took a magical feel of the fracture before them. The stone wracked her body with pain, warning her that it wouldn’t hold up much longer. The granite’s distress pounded in her eye sockets as she spread her arm. She sent her will up the entire length of the fracture, along with its sister cracks, and willed the stone to heal. Again, the stone heated and melted. And again, the pain left her body once the process was over. Roxie wiped the sweat from her brow, then grasped her knees and bowed her head as she caught her breath.

             
“One more,” Aerigo said, gritting his teeth. He began drifting further east.

             
“You gonna make it?” Roxie asked, just waiting to feel them start falling.

             
“We have to... There’s no time... for a break. But at least we’re... getting closer... th’ other waterfall... Just lemme... concentrate.”

             
“Don’t talk, Aerigo. Just keep us up.” Aerigo was trembling under the stress of directing so much water against gravity’s pull. Roxie glanced over her shoulder and her eyes widened. The waterfall behind them was wafer thin. Not only that, the water under Aerigo’s control connected all the way from his feet to the fall itself, like some thousand-foot-long liquid rope. Ahead of them the second waterfall loomed into view, but it was hardly any closer.

             
The two Aigis arrived at the third major fracture in the cliff and Roxie set to work. By the time she was done she felt ready to lie in front of an air conditioner and fall asleep. Even though the sun was barely up, Phaedra’s air still felt hot and sticky. But at least now the granite no longer wracked her body with any pain; it was fully healed. It felt prepared to hold itself up for eons to come, bearing Phailon astride it. Roxie held her hands to the cold rock, bowed her head, and shared in its relief.

             
Aerigo let out a strained grunt. They began to fall. But then Roxie heard something like a dry sigh and their fall got interrupted by something solid. Aerigo dropped to his hands and knees and Roxie toppled forward off her perch. She tried to stay on her feet, but they slipped right out from under her, causing her to roll into a headlong dive. Roxie ducked her head and tucked into a roll. The seat of her pants hit the cliff first. Her body slid towards the water, but Aerigo grabbed hold of her arms. “Cold!” Roxie cried in alarm, registering the coldness beneath her. She twisted to her stomach and realized that it was ice beneath her palms. “Cold!” She pressed her burning face to the ice.

             
“Now don’t go melting the very thing holding us up,” Aerigo said, his voice relaxed.

             
“But it feels so good!” Roxie reluctantly sat up and scooted away from the edge. The two of them had only several square feet in the shape of a shark fin to stand on. Aerigo crouched next to her. “How’d you make this ice platform?”

             
“Sucked all the heat energy from the water into my body,” he said offhandedly.

             
“So how do we get back up?”

             
“Get on my back again.” Aerigo faced away from her and dropped to one knee. Roxie wrapped her arms around his neck for hopefully the last time today. She was tired of being a human backpack, and ready to have solid, stable ground beneath their feet once more. “Hold on tight,” Aerigo warned. “This is going to be really... chaotic.”

             
Oh, boy
.

             
Aerigo pressed against the granite cliff, then leapt off it like a frog. The frozen water liquified and caught his booted feet in its reach. Aerigo sped them parallel to the cliff, then back against it, the water freezing beneath them once more. He leapt again, unfroze the water, then landed upon a newly erected frozen outcrop closer to the waterfall. Aerigo continued this water-ice slinky movement at a steady pace, pausing every time they landed before launching off to cover another twenty yards. Roxie admired Aerigo’s creativity.

             
Her admiration was cut short after Aerigo froze the water, then tried to launch off for the millionth time. Instead of going airborne, they fell. Aerigo cursed. Roxie had her hands clamped around her companion’s biceps, and Aerigo’s hands around her biceps. Her body swayed like a pendulum in the salty breeze. “What the--?” she said once she realized they’d stopped falling. Aerigo had his right leg stuck in ice up to his knee.

             
“Sorry. Forgot to melt the ice first.”

             
“You scared the crap out of me!” Roxie snapped. Her heart pounded.

             
“This isn’t easy to do.”

             
“Oh, trust me: you never gave me the illusion that it was.” Aerigo’s face went red as blood gathered in his head.

             
“I’m going to swing you onto the ice, then I need you to pull me up.” Aerigo started swinging Roxie back and forth, building momentum. He tossed Roxie several swings later, and she landed safely on her feet, then gripped the cliff with one hand and held out her other. Aerigo did a sit-up and held onto Roxie’s hand. “Get ready to hold on tight again.”

             
She nodded.

             
Aerigo melted the ice around his captured leg, then pulled Roxie onto his back and pushed off. About a dozen “hops” later, he made one final leap for the waterfall. Once the tail end of the water under his control could no longer connect with the cliff, it ceased supporting both Aigis’ weight and fell like rain. Aerigo reached for the water cascading before them. They fell a little before enough water gathered beneath his feet. The two remained inert a moment, getting drenched by the misting water, until Aerigo stretched and arm ahead of him, which deflected the mist over and around them, encasing them in a shell of water. Roxie held on tighter when it felt like she was in a plane accelerating for takeoff.