The Invisible War
- a parable to help children recognize and resist New Age deception
and "put on" the Armor of God
Chapter 1 The Kingdom of Troth
Tom and Molly lived in a little white house in the Kingdom of Troth.* No place could be more wonderful, for it was ruled by the greatest King ever! Nothing was impossible for Him.
Who but their King was wise and powerful enough to make great mountains, trees full of cherries, and funny little kittens? Who else could feed all the animals in the forest? Who else had the power to send rain to water the grass and sunshine to make flowers bloom? Tom and Molly didn't know of anyone.
Only their King--and none other--could have created people. People were special to the King. He wanted them to be his very own friends. And if they would only stay close to him, he would always keep them safe. That's what the King himself said, so it had to be true.
Tom and Molly were glad the King took care of them, but since they didn't see any dangers, they didn't think much about it. They just had fun climbing trees in the King's garden, racing down his natural waterslides and splashing around in the royal lake. The Kingdom of Troth was full of fun things to do.
In school, they learned about a time when there were wars and fighting in Troth. But nobody that Tom and Molly knew--not even their parents or grandparents--had lived that long ago. They had all heard that in those bad years, people were afraid all the time. Now that everything was peaceful, people didn't worry about war. They couldn't see any enemies. Some had even forgotten how the King had saved his people long ago.
The King didn't want people to forget. So he invited them for breakfast each morning in the palace garden. There He read to them from his wonderful Book of Truth. Of course, almost everyone in the royal city came.
After the special reading, everyone would sit down at the lovely tables in the King's garden and eat the scrumptious food his servants had prepared. Some, like Tom and his friends, liked to sit on the palace steps or lie down in the soft grass. Molly's favorite breakfast was a big waffle shaped like a face with whipped cream hair, blueberry eyes and a red raspberry mouth.
When Tom and Molly looked beyond the royal forest, they could see a range of mountains. On the other side lay a mysterious land--a dark and dismal place, where thick clouds hung like a leaky ceiling above the ground and made everything damp and dull, even in the middle of summer. People called it Lucidia, as if it was a bright and happy place. They should have called it The Land of Gloom.
An evil Baron ruled that horrible land. All the children of Troth knew that he had attacked the King and started a war long ago, but the King had defeated him. Now the mean Baron could only hurt his own people--and he did that all the time. The poor people of Lucidia couldn't trust anyone, because everyone there lied, stole and cheated--and the Baron was the worst of all. Tom and Molly were glad the Baron stayed far away from the Kingdom of Troth.
One thing about Lucidia had been kept a secret. The two children had no idea how much the evil Baron hated their King. People just didn't talk about that. But it was true. Day and night the Baron schemed how he might cheat the King, steal his land and capture the people again.
Of course, the Baron didn't dare declare war and fight openly. He knew that the King was far too powerful for him. And the King's people were much stronger than his own weak, fearful subjects. No, this time the Baron had to win by trickery.
But how?
One night the evil Baron lay awake in his bed plotting the King's defeat as usual. Suddenly his mouth twisted into a sly grin. He had thought of a devious plan.
"Wake up, everybody!" he yelled. "Come right now, or you'll be dead! I want you to hear my plan to conquer the Kingdom!"
One by one, his servants crept into the dark chamber of the castle. Shaking with fear, they bowed down before their terrible tyrant.
"My plan is foolproof," shouted the Baron. "I know how we can conquer Troth and turn the people into slaves. Listen..."
Shivering in the cold, the servants and soldiers waited.
"We'll dress like his people," continued the Baron. "We'll infiltrate his Kingdom! We'll sneak into their towns and learn their language."
"It won't work," shouted one of his generals. "They know the King's mysteries. They can tell the difference."
"Many can't," argued a young spy. "Some children no longer listen to the King. They don't know what is written in the Book of Truth. They're easy to fool."
"It's true!" yelled the Baron. "This is a new age--and it's ours! We'll distract them, deceive them and destroy them!" His eyes sparkled with sinister glee. "They will never guess what happened until we've taken control from the inside. This will be our Invisible War!"
His cruel laughter echoed through the halls of the gloomy castle.
* TROTH means a promise to stay together. When we love and follow our King, He will care for us and keep us close to Him forever.
Chapter 2 The Mysterious Dog
Tom awoke with the sun. He jumped out of bed and pounced on his friend Peter still snoozing on the other side of the room. "Wake up, Sleepyhead!" he shouted. He couldn't wait to go fishing in the King's river and build a tree house and look for wild animals.
So what was he waiting for? He jumped out of bed and pounced on his friend. "Hurry up! Can't waste our day in bed!"
"Okay, okay. I'm getting up." Peter rubbed his eyes. "What do we need to take?"
"Fishing line, hooks, compass, snacks..."
"And chocolate cream cookies." Peter grabbed the bag his mom had fixed for them last night.
Tom and Peter were stuffing it all into their backpacks, when they heard a dog barking in the yard. They ran outside just in time to see a frightened squirrel scurry up a tree. A little white dog was bouncing like a jumping jack around the foot of the tree.
"Come here, you funny pup," called Tom.
The dog came running so fast that it almost did a somersault trying to stop at Tom's feet.
Tom knelt to pet it. "I wonder where it came from. Do you think it may be a stray looking for a home?"
"Maybe it belongs to one of the new families in town," answered Peter. "It doesn't look lost or starving."
Tom felt around the dog's collar for some kind of identification. All he found was a round hard disc with a strange symbol on it.
"Look at this, Peter! What does it mean?"
Puzzled, they stared at the symbol. It had two circles. The inner circle framed the shape of a bear. From this center, four lines divided the rest of the symbol into four equal parts.
"Suddenly a shrill whistle pierced the air. The dog perked its ears, then shot off in the direction of the sound. Tom and Peter ran after it. Moments later, they stood face to face with a boy about their own age. He smiled and greeted them with a friendly, "Hi, I'm Colin."
"I'm Tom and this is my friend Peter," said Tom. "Is this your dog?"
"Sort of," answered Colin. "I found her on the mountain last week when we passed an old cabin. I whistled and she came running."
"You found her on the mountain? What were you doing up there?" Tom looked toward the mysterious mountain that reached high into the clouds behind the King's palace.
"We were moving to Troth," answered Colin.
"Where from?" asked Peter.
"Lucidia," answered Colin.
"You mean the evil Baron's land?" Tom felt excited--and a bit afraid. He had never met anyone from that mysterious land on the other side of the mountain.
Colin frowned. "What do you mean--evil? Lucidia is a good place," he answered.
Tom wanted to ask why Colin's family had left Lucidia if it were such a good place, but he didn't. Maybe he'd ask later.
"Anyway, she's been following me ever since," continued Colin.
"Then she probably belongs to someone up there on the mountain," said Peter.
"She's mine now," said Colin. "She really likes me. Don't you, Sasha?" The little dog wagged her fluffy tail until her whole body shook.
"We looked for some kind of identification on her," said Tom, "and we found this strange symbol. Do you know what it means?" Tom lifted the little dog in his arms and held the disc up for Colin to see.
"Sure. That's a quartered circle. It's a great magic sign. Circles are sacred. The four lines point to the spirits of the North, East, South and West. The bear in the middle stands for somebody's special animal power."
"That's weird," said Tom. He quickly dropped the disc.
"Let's take the dog back to that cabin where you found her," said Peter. "I want to see what it looks like on the mountain."
"We're not supposed to go up there." said Tom. He remembered one of Dad's warnings about the mountain--something about strange rituals in the forest. But he wasn't sure. It can't be too dangerous, he thought to himself. Colin got here safely.
"We already have food for the trip," said Peter, as if he hadn't heard Tom.
"If we climb to the top, we can see my country," said Colin.
"Wow! That's awesome!" Peter's eyes sparkled. "Let's go..."
"Wait!" interrupted Tom. "You're forgetting something. We have to go to the King's reading first."
"Reading? Yuck! That sounds boring!" said Colin.
"It's not boring at all," said Tom. "The King reads to us from the Book of Truth. It's great! Then we eat a yummy breakfast afterwards. Hey, why don't you come along?"
"No way!" Colin backed away.
"We can climb the mountain afterwards, right?" Peter sounded impatient.
"Well... I guess," said Tom.
"All right! Where do we meet?"
"How about right outside the palace gates?"
"Sounds good. See you guys then." Colin turned and walked away. "C'mon Sasha!" The little dog bounded after him.
Tom was still thinking about Lucidia as he and Peter walked toward the King's garden. "Peter, did you see the symbol Colin was wearing? It had an animal on it too--just like Sasha's sign. Only Colin's animal was a snake. What do you think it means?"
"I don't know. Maybe the snake is Colin's power animal. Maybe it has some kind of magic."
"I didn't like it," said Tom. "It looked spooky!"
Peter shrugged. "Don't be so picky."
Chapter 3 The New Girl
Molly heard the doorbell ring even before she had dressed. Who'd be here so early in the morning? she wondered.
"Molly, someone is here to see you," called her dad.
Molly pulled on a blue jumper, fastened her sandals, and brushed her brown hair into a pony tail. Then she ran to the door.
A girl her own age stood at the doorstep. Molly recognized her at once. Just a few days ago she and Tom had watched her family move into the green house down the road.
"Hi, I am Lucy. Can you play with me?"
"Let me ask." Molly ran to the kitchen and told Mom and Dad about the visitor.
"Molly, you can go with Lucy as long as you promise to be at the palace for the reading at eight o'clock," said Dad. "I don't want you to miss the King's message."
"I know, Dad. I'll see you there. Maybe Lucy and I can go together."
The two girls ran to Lucy's house.
"My mom is making pancakes. Do you want to eat with us?" asked Lucy.
"I can't. I have to go to the palace and hear the reading. Then we'll all eat breakfast with the King. Do you want to come..."
"Do you have to be there every day?" interrupted Lucy with a frown.
"Yes," answered Molly. She was beginning to feel uncomfortable.
"Does your King make you go?"
"I don't think so," answered Molly. "We just always go."
"It won't matter if you miss just once. Your parents won't care. Wouldn't they want you to spend time with a new friend?"
Lucy sounded so sincere--and the pancakes smelled delicious. They made Molly feel very hungry. Suddenly she found herself sitting at the table and eating breakfast with her new friend. She had completely forgotten about the King--and her father's warning.
When Molly walked home later that morning, she didn't feel so good. She had had fun with Lucy, but... why did her stomach feel funny--as if she was afraid? She thought about her Dad. Did he know that she had skipped the reading? "Probably not," she told herself. But the unhappy feeling didn't go away.
Suddenly she heard the bells on the King's coach. She ran to the side of the road and hid behind a big tree.
"Why am I hiding?" said Molly out loud to herself. "I always love to see His beautiful horses. And my King and I always wave to each other... But today I don't feel like waving."
Molly felt so sad and lonely that she began to cry. She wanted to wave to the King but didn't dare. She just peeked out from behind the tree.
There He was, looking right at her. Her kind and wonderful King! He waved to her, but today He didn't smile. He looked sad. Almost as if He too were crying. Then He was gone.
Chapter 4 The Invisible Armor
When Molly walked into her house, she knew something was different. Her Mom and Dad weren't as cheerful as usual. They looked serious.
Have they been talking about me? wondered Molly. Do they know that I skipped the reading this morning? Her heart beat so hard she was sure they would hear it.
"Molly, are you wearing your armor?" Dad's voice sounded concerned, not angry.Molly relaxed. He didn't know.
"What armor, Dad?"
"The armor the King gave us this morning. Remember, He told us to wear it all the time because of the war."
"The war? What do you mean, Dad?" Molly didn't dare look at him. She wanted to hide--just as when the King passed her on the road.
"Didn't you hear the King's reading this morning?" Dad looked surprised.
"No." Molly could barely whisper the word.
"Why not?" He sounded sad.
"I stayed at Lucy's house," she whispered. Then she ran over to her father and threw her arms around him. "I'm sorry," she cried.
Dad picked her up and held her close. He didn't say anything for a long time. The only sound in the room was Molly's sniffles. Finally he began to explain. "Molly, the Baron's people are invading our Kingdom."
"The Baron's people?" Molly's brown eyes grew big with wonder.
"Remember, the evil Baron hates the King. He has always been trying to win the King's people over to his side. But he was afraid to attack us openly. Now his people are sneaking in secretly."
"How can they do that?" Sensing danger, Molly looked first at Dad, then at Mom.
"They have disguised themselves as the King's people, so that we can hardly tell them apart," answered Dad. "He is sending them here to separate us from our King."
"And from each other," added Mom.
"How could they separate us from our King, when He always takes care of us?" asked Molly. "I don't understand."
"What kept you from coming to hear the King's message this morning?" Dad's voice sounded sadder than she'd ever heard it.
"Lucy wanted me to have breakfast with her. Her mom had made pancakes. And... and.. I wanted the pancakes."
Mom took Molly's hand. "The only way we can be separated from the King is when we want something else more than Him," she said quietly.
Molly stared at the cracks in the floor until tears blurred her vision. "I'm so sorry," she cried. Her voice shook with her sobs. "Will the King ever forgive me?"
Mom's gentle hand stroked her hair. "He always forgives when we are sorry and tell him we were wrong," she said softly. "But I'm sorry you missed one of the most important messages the King has ever given us. We can explain it to you, but it won't be the same as hearing it straight from Him."
"Please tell me," said Molly, wiping her tears as she straightened her back. "I do want to hear it."
"From now on, we'll not only go to hear the King's reading each morning," said Mom. "We'll also help each other put on His armor. It will keep us safe."
"You mean, if we don't wear it, we'll be in danger?"
"That's right," said Mom.
"But what's the armor?" Molly was confused.
"The armor is invisible..." began Dad.
"But it's just as real as the air we breathe," added Mom.
"It has six parts," continued Dad. "The first is the Belt of Truth. We put it on by remembering what is written in the Book of Truth. Only when we know the King's special Truths, can we tell if something is true or not."
"Oh!" Molly's brown eyes lit up with excitement. "When Lucy said it didn't matter if I missed the reading this morning, I didn't know how to answer her. Would the Belt of Truth have helped me know what to say?
"It would," said Dad, "It would also help you understand how much the King loves you."
Just then the someone knocked on the door and Mom went to open it. Moments later Molly heard her ask in a frightened voice, "But where is Tom?" Once more Molly's stomach became tight like a drum inside. What could have happened to her brother?
Chapter 5 A Dangerous Plan
Tom and Peter hurried through the King's garden and sat down on the grass in front of the palace. He didn't see his parents or all his other friends, but he knew they would all there. No one wanted to miss the King's special message.
At the top of the steps, stood the King. His snowy white hair glimmered in the sunlight, and He had the kindest face Tom had ever seen. Tom felt a happy glow inside when the King looked right at him. He's so great! thought Tom. But why does He look so serious this morning?
The King opened the Book of Truth and began to read about a war. Tom was surprised to hear that his wonderful King had enemies.
"Who would want to fight against Him?" he whispered to Peter.
"I don't know," whispered Peter back. "But if the King said that there's a war, it must be true."
"... therefore you need the armor every day," said the King.
The armor? Tom decided he'd better listen more carefully. He really tried. He wanted to know about this war and how to put on the armor--whatever it was. But he missed most of the message. For just as the King began to talk about putting on the belt of truth, Sasha ran into the garden. She rushed straight to Tom, bounced up on his lap and licked his nose. How can a kid listen--even to the King telling about a scary war--when a funny little dog wants to play?
Tom ate breakfast with Peter and some other guys. He watched the little dog run in and out between the tables, always ready to lick a hand and grab a bite to eat.
"Come, Sasha," called Tom when he and Peter were leaving the garden. Sure enough, she heard him and came running.
Colin was waiting at the gate.
"All set?"
"You bet," said Peter.
"I'm glad you guys have Sasha," said Colin. "She keeps running away from me."
"How long will this trip take?" asked Tom. He still wasn't sure it was such a good idea. "I have to be home for dinner."
"Do you always have to do what your parents tell you?" asked Colin.
"I think so." Actually Tom wasn't sure. He tried to remember something the King had said this morning. Something about the helpful instructions written in the Book of Truth. If I knew what it said, I would know how to answer Colin's question, he thought. I think it says something about obeying my parents.
"Peter, what does the book of Truth say about parents?" he finally asked.
Peter shrugged. "I don't remember," he answered. "But why don't we stop by my house and leave a note. Then nobody will care if we come home late."
"Great idea. Let's go!" shouted Colin. He didn't seem the least worried about what his parents might think.
Tom hesitated. "You're sure you know the way?" he asked Colin.
"Of course. I came from there just last week, remember? And lots of people are living up there. If we get lost, they'll help us. Some even have special powers."
Peter was excited. "Sounds great! Don't be a wimp, Tom."
That did it! Tom didn't want to be a wimp. "Okay, I'm coming," he said.
When they passed Peter's house, Peter ran into the kitchen, scribbled a short note and left it on the table. "Gone to the mountains to return a stray dog. See you tonight. Peter and Tom."
Then they started up the mountain. Colin led the way.
Chapter 6 Lost
The first part of the climb was fun. The crooked trail led upward through the forest, where Sasha kept chasing rabbits and chipmunks. The boys grabbed her when they spotted some deer. She would have scattered the flock in a moment. After watching the deer for a few minutes, they continued upwards, munching on homemade cookies and blueberries growing along the trail.
Suddenly the trail divided in two, and Colin wasn't sure which way to go. "Let's try going to the left," he finally suggested. "It looks wider. They probably both lead to the same place anyway."
"You mean to your country?" Tom felt a twinge of fear. Maybe they should turn around. But he didn't want to say it.
Colin didn't answer, so they just kept climbing. Their path became steeper and steeper--and the blueberries were long gone. Now only Sasha seemed to enjoy the climb. The more tired Tom felt, the more he thought about home. "It's getting awfully late," he said.
"Yeah. Maybe we'd better turn back," said Peter.
"I agree," said Tom. "I don't think we're going to find Sasha's cabin."
"Come on. It's just a little bit further to the top," said Colin. "There we can see the other side. And the path ahead is smoother and easier to climb."
Silently, they continued upward. But each time they thought they were almost at the top, they saw another part of the mountain up ahead. Finally even Colin agreed to turn around.
The boys scampered and slid down the stony area. But when they came to the end of the smooth slope, they couldn't find the trail. Everything seemed different now that they were looking down instead of up. Besides, the sun was quickly disappearing behind the mountain.
"Come on, you guys," shouted Colin, trying to sound brave. "We'll just make our own way. Follow me!"
Sasha scampered ahead. The boys followed as fast as they could. They didn't know what else to do. But the fun had faded and they had no more food.
"My stomach is growling," said Peter.
"We should have saved some of our snacks," answered Tom. He thought about the dinner he had missed.
"I didn't know we'd be gone all day," said Peter. "I sure wish we were home!"
"But since we're not, we'd better try to put on that armor the King talked about," said Tom. "Then at least we'll be safe, even if we have to stay on the mountain all night."
Chapter 7 The Mysterious Cabin
Hey, I see lights ahead," shouted Colin. "Someone lives up here."
"Is this the cabin we were looking for?" asked Tom.
"No, but that doesn't matter. Maybe they can give us some food." Colin's voice sounded confident.
"And show us the way home," added Peter.
The boys started running again. They jumped over bushes and rocks that they could barely see in the dim shadows of the setting sun. When they came to the cabin they stopped to catch their breath.
Tom looked at Colin. "Why don't you knock on the door?" he suggested. Something about the place made him feel creepy.
"Sure," said Colin. "Wait here."
Tom was happy to wait. He didn't want to get any closer.
About five minutes later, when Colin returned, the sun had disappeared. The moon was up and lit his face enough to show a big smile.
"They want us to come inside," he announced.
"Who are they?" asked Tom.
"Two men and a girl. They're from my country, and they can help us find the way home."
"How?" asked Tom. He wasn't sure he wanted their help. This whole place seemed spooky.
"They are spiritists," answered Colin.
"What are spiritists?" asked Peter.
"Channels, mediums or shamans."
"What do they do?" Peter sounded curious.
"They talk with spirits and do a bunch of rituals."
"What kind of spirits?"
"The spirits of the mountain or the trees. Or some wise spirit person or animal."
"How do they talk to them?"
"They chant special words and meditate until they feel super relaxed. Sometimes they use drums and drugs. When they get into a trance, the spirits come and talk to them."
"What do they talk about?" Peter was fascinated.
"All kinds of things. Spirit beings are very intelligent and know all kinds of things we don't know. Sometimes they even tell us about the future."
"Are they always right?" asked Tom. This spiritism stuff didn't make a lot of sense. And it sure didn't fit what he knew about the King.
"Sometimes. But not always. I think they know more than we do. So we better listen to them!" Colin was heading back to the front door.
"The King once said that if a prophecy doesn't come true, that proves the person is a false prophet," said Tom. He felt pleased that he had remembered something important from the Book of Truth.
"A guy can't always be perfect," shouted Colin.
"But the King can!" shouted Tom back. "When my King says something, He's always right!" He hurried away from the cabin, pulling Peter with him. "We need to talk, Peter. This is serious."
"Okay, okay. What's the matter?"
"I remember something else the King said. This morning, he mentioned people who talk with those strange spirits."
"Yeah. I remember that, too. They talk with spirits and do magic."
"Those are evil spirits. They hate the King."
"They do? You mean they're part of this war?"
"They are! And if they hate the King, they'll probably hate us too. Peter, we've got to get out of here!"
The door to the cabin opened and a man came out. "Hi, boys," he shouted. "Come on in. Do you need something to eat?"
"Tom, I'm really hungry," said Peter. "So what if they're spiritists? They can at least keep us from starving--and maybe even help us get home."
"No. Don't go near them," whispered Tom, grabbing Peter's arm. "I think they want to trick us. They are not on the King's side, remember?"
"Well, I'm not afraid," said Peter. "I'm going in. You can stay out here by yourself."
"Wait, Peter. You can't go in. You're not even wearing the King's armor. Remember what the King said this morning?"
Peter stopped. "No, what?" he said impatiently.
"Since we belong to the King, we're holy and special. He told us not to have anything to do with the evil Baron or his spooky spirits."
Peter hesitated.
"Please don't go in, Peter." Tom was pleading with his friend. "Let's try to put on the armor. The King's Spirit is good and His Spirit is in us. He'll help us remember."
Both stood quietly for a moment. Suddenly Tom burst out, "I think I know what to do! We put on the belt of Truth by remembering what the Book of Truth tells us."
"I know lots of stuff from the Book of Truth. What should we remember right now?"
"I just thought of something. It says, 'You who belong to the King have already won, because the King is far greater than any other power.' He'll keep us safe. The Baron's people will only get us into more trouble."
"Let's get out of here then," whispered Peter. "I think I see a path." He grabbed Tom's hand and the two ran as fast as they could in the moonlight.
"Hey! Wait for me," cried Colin. "I'm coming, too."
Chapter 8 Alone?
It felt good to be running on a trail again -- even though they could barely see it. When they finally ran out of breath, they all flopped to ground. Tom turned on his back and stared up at the big round moon. It reminded him of the King who made it. "Thank you, King, for helping us," he whispered.
Peter interrupted his thoughts. "You guys, I don't think this path leads back to the valley." He sounded worried.
"Right," said Colin. "It takes us around to the back of the mountain. Toward my country."
"How do we get home then?" asked Tom. "I don't want to go by that cabin again."
"I guess we have to sleep here on the mountain tonight." Peter's voice shook.
"Let's try to think about the armor again," said Tom. He felt cold and scared.
This time Peter was ready. "Okay. What do we do?"
"I just remembered something else from the King's Book," answered Tom. "Maybe we can use it to put on the breastplate of righteousness. The King once said it Himself to me: 'I am with you always, even to the ends of the earth.'"
"Are you sure he's with us?" said Peter. "The palace is a long way from here."
Tom thought for a moment. "When we trust Him, he'll be with us--no matter where we go. He said so!"
"Even when we do bad things?"
"I'm not sure. I guess we don't really deserve his help. We just took off on this trip without asking him about it."
"You mean, when we do our own thing, the King doesn't help us?" Peter sounded worried.
"I'm not sure." Tom was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled. "I just told him I was sorry, and I'm sure he heard me. He can hear everything, no matter how far away. The Book of Truth says...."
"Forget your Book of Truth," interrupted Colin. "You don't have to listen to that old stuff. Do your own thing! You own your life. Why should you listen to the King--or your parents? Decide for yourself!"
"The King knows a lot of things we don't know," answered Tom. "And he has power to make things come out right...."
"So do lots of other gods and spirits. They'll help us. I know a chant...."
"I don't want to hear your chant," interrupted Tom.
"Stop arguing," shouted Peter. "We've got to do something. We need a place to sleep." He followed the path past a huge boulder and disappeared in the dark. Tom and Colin followed and found themselves at the edge of a steep incline. From below came a strange throbbing sound.
"It sounds like drums," said Peter.
"Who's down there?" asked Tom.
"Just some witches," answered Colin. "And they're doing what I started to tell you--drumming and chanting to raise power."
"Does it work?" asked Peter.
"Of course!" said Colin. "Go and try it yourself."
"Are you kidding?" said Tom. "They're using the Baron's power. We've got to get out of here! C'mon, Peter."
"Go and hide, if you're scared of a little power," teased Colin. "I'm heading down there. They'll offer cake and wine to the gods--but the people get to eat some of it. Wanna come, Pete?"
Peter hesitated. "I'm starving! But I don't want to go down there."
"I'm off, then. See you wimps later." Colin headed down the hill will Shasta at his heals.
"Now what do we do?" whispered Peter. "Colin's gone. This mountain is full of the Baron's people. We're completely lost. And I'm really scared."
"Me too," whispered Tom. "But I found a place to sleep. Right behind this rock."
Chapter 9 Sent by the King
"Where's Tom?" cried Molly. She and Dad had hurried to the front to see who was there. The messenger turned out to be Peter's older sister, Tammy.
"He and Peter and a new boy went up the mountain to return a dog," answered Tammy. "They left a note at my house. It didn't say how far they planned to go. Just 'See you tonight!'"
"They went up the mountain? They know they're not supposed to go there. It's too dangerous!" Dad looked surprised and concerned.
"They know the Baron's people are hiding all over the mountain," said Mom.
"And there are mountain lions, rattle snakes...." added Tammy.
"They can't get far up the mountain and back again by this evening," said Dad. "I better go and look for them."
"My Dad would want to go with you," said Tammy, "but he left yesterday on a special errand for the King."
"Can I go with you, Dad?" begged Molly. "Please?"
"Wouldn't it be best to talk with the King first?" said Mom.
"Yes, it would," said Dad. "He'll show us what to do! Meanwhile Molly and I will get ready for whatever He tells us."
Molly, too, felt better after remembering the King. Nothing is impossible for him, she thought. He'll help us find Tom.
As soon as Tammy left, Dad and Molly began to pack sleeping bags and warm clothes. Mom packed them enough food for a couple of days. Then, after a hurried lunch, they all started out for the palace.
A royal escort greeted them at the gate. "Peace be with you, friends of the King," he said with a bow. "The King sent me to meet you."
"He did?" Dad sounded surprised. "Please take us to him, then."
"How did the King know we were coming?" whispered Molly.
"He knows everything," whispered Mom.
The escort motioned for them to follow. They went up the wide marble steps, through some big golden doors, through a large entry hall, through another set of huge doors, and finally into the largest and most beautiful room Molly had ever seen.
Large crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and bathed the room in a soft light. They shone on beautiful golden furniture, spectacular plants, and high walls covered with paintings of men, women and children doing all sorts of exciting and dangerous things.
"Those are scenes from the King's great battles," whispered Dad. "You've heard about some of the King's special heroes--like David over there." Dad pointed across the room at a painting showing a shepherd boy saving a frightened little lamb from a lion.
"He really loved the King, didn't he?" Molly whispered back.
Dad nodded. "Some of the other heroes aren't famous at all," he continued. "But they trusted the King to give them victory in the middle of all kinds of difficulties."
Molly glanced at a painting of a girl climbing down a cliff to save a little child. She wished she could be one of those secret friends of the King. One that He would remember always....
But right now they must find Tom. Suddenly Molly saw the King sitting on a magnificent golden throne at the other end of the room. He motioned for them to come closer.
As they walked toward the King, Molly couldn't take her eyes off him. Here, He seemed more wonderful than ever. So majestic, so great--yet so kind. His hair was as snowy white as the coat he was wearing. Yet, his skin was firm and smooth, without a wrinkle. His brown eyes sparkled with love. How could he be both old and young at the same time? she wondered.
And how could such an important King be so good to them? When they reached the throne, all three fell down on their knees before Him. The King's greatness made them feel both small and special at the same time. All kinds of feelings flowed together into one big happy one.
"Dear King, I love you!" whispered Molly over and over. She couldn't think of anything else to say. He was so wonderful!
"Welcome, dear friends." The King smiled to them. "Please stand up and tell me what important matter brings you here today."
Suddenly Molly remembered how sad He looked when He passed her a few hours earlier. "Dear King," she whispered, "I'm so sorry I made you sad this morning. Thank you for forgiving me. I don't ever want to make you sad again."
"Come to me," said the King gently, reaching out for Molly's hand. Before she knew it, He had lifted her up onto His lap and held her close. "Oh King, thank you," whispered Molly, feeling so safe in His arms.
Gently, the King put her back on the floor. Then He looked at Dad and said quietly, "You want to know what has happened to Tom."
"That's right," said Dad. "You see right into our hearts, don't you?"
"My Father and I see everything that happens to our people," said the King. His voice sounded more serious now. "This is a difficult time for all of you. Until this week, you have only known the peace and safety of our Kingdom." He looked at Molly. "It is hard, especially for the children, to understand what this war is all about."
Molly nodded. He could even read her heart and mind.
"Dear King, what should we do about Tom?" asked Dad.
"Go find him. He will need your help."
"How will we know the way?"
"I will lead you."
"Are you going with us, dear King?" Molly was surprised and excited.
"Molly, even though I stay here, my Spirit always goes with you. I watch you all the time."
"But, how can we hear you when you'll be far away?"
"I will remind you of what I have already told you--the things written in the Book of Truth. I will speak to you in a gentle, silent voice in your thoughts. Sometimes there won't even be words--just a sense of rightness that tells you that you are following my way."
"What if we don't hear? What if we choose in the wrong direction?"
"Then you will feel uneasy--as if you are separated from me, just as you felt this morning, Molly."
"O thank you, King!" Molly was sure they would find Tom soon.
"Is there anything else we need to know before we start out?" asked Dad.
"Don't forget to put on the armor each day," said the King. "Let it remind you of all the truths you need to know each day."
"We will remember," said Dad.
"Come here so I can bless you." The King laid one hand on Dad's dark hair and the other on Molly's brown curls. Then He promised to protect them on their journey.
The escort, who had been waiting until now, came forward. Dad, Mom and Molly thanked the King again, then followed the escort outside. When they reached the gate, Mom kissed them good-bye and went home to pray for them all. Dad and Molly headed north toward the mountain.
Chapter 10 The Search Begins
Warmed by the early afternoon sun, Molly skipped and ran along the path. She felt so strong and excited after their visit to the King. Sharing this adventure with Dad was exciting. "I'm so glad the King promised to help us!" she shouted.
The first part of the climb was easy. Dad had slowed his pace, and Molly's excitement gave her extra energy to keep up. But after an hour, her legs began to feel like jello.
"Let's rest for a while," said Dad. They sat on a large smooth boulder next to the path and looked down at the royal city and the Kings palace below. After some cookies and juice, Dad was ready to go.
"Wait Dad. I'm too tired," mumbled Molly.
"The King didn't promise it would be easy," said Dad gently. "He just promised to be with us and give us everything we needed for this trip. Let's ask him for strength."
When he had prayed, Molly smiled. "Thanks. I'll make it!"
A little later, Dad stopped by a large flat rock. "Time to eat," he said. "You've been a real trooper, and this is a perfect place to eat."
They devoured the dinner Mom had prepared--turkey, carrots, cherries and juice... Then Molly stretched out on the rock. "Isn't this the best dinner you ever ate, Dad?"
"Sure is!" said Dad.
"I'm ready to go again."
"Let's put on the armor first," said Dad. "We didn't finish this morning."
"You were just beginning to tell about the belt of truth," said Molly. "How do I put it on?"
"By remembering the King's truths. The most important part is what the Book says about the King. Let's remember how strong and wise and kind he is. Since he always cares for you, you never need to be afraid."
"Is that all? That seems too easy."
"There is a lot more we need to know about our King and what He promises us. But this a good beginning."
Molly clasped her hands and smiled up toward Heaven. "Thank you, dear King, for being so strong and kind, and for always taking care of us," she prayed.
"Thank you for being our Helper and Guide," continued Dad.
When Dad and Molly started climbing again, the sun was already setting. Soon they came to the place where the path divided.
"Which way should we take?" asked Molly.
"We can trust the King to lead us," answered Dad confidently. "If we take the wrong way, he will tell us. Let's try the path to the right."
They did, then both became very quiet. They were listening for the King's silent voice.
"I don't hear anything," said Molly. She felt disappointed, because she really looked forward to hearing his voice way up here on the mountain.
"I sense we're on the right track," said Dad.
Molly stood silent for a moment. Then her eyes lit up. "I hear him, too. He just reminded me of something from the Book of Truth. He said, 'I will lead you in the way you should go.' Dad, I'm sure this is the way to go. Thank you, King!" She felt so happy she wanted to skip and run. But the path was a little to steep for that.
After they had walked for a while, Dad said, "Let's stop and rest again. Then we can talk about the next part of the armor--the Breastplate of Righteousness."
"The what?"
"The breastplate of righteousness."
"What does that mean?"
"Righteousness means being good," explained Dad. "We all know a little bit about what's good, but to really understand it, we have to learn what the King says about goodness."
"Is that why it's so important to hear the reading each morning?"
"Yes. We can only be good--or righteous--by listening to the King and trusting Him to make us right on the inside. Sometimes we feel so strong and good about ourselves that we forget to trust the King. Then we get into trouble."
"I know." Molly thought about what happened early this morning. It seemed like such a long time ago.
"Only our King is perfectly good," continued Dad, "and He wants to share everything He is and has with us--even His own life. That's why he gave us His Spirit to be in us. It's His Holy Spirit that makes us good."
"I don't understand. How do I get this righteousness?"
"By thanking Him for giving you His Holy Spirit to live in you and make you good from the inside out."
"Will you pray first, Dad?"
"Okay. Thank you, dear King, for showing us that we can't be good by ourselves. Thank you for giving us your Holy Spirit to help us be good."
Molly wasn't sure she understood, but she prayed anyway. "Thank you, King, for showing me that I need you all the time. Help me to do what you want me to do."
Dad looked around. "Let's camp here for the night. Soon it'll be too dark to see well." They set up the little tent, rolled out their sleeping bags, and crept inside.
"I wonder where Tom and Peter are sleeping tonight," said Molly.
"So do I, Molly. Let's ask the King to keep them safe."
Chapter 11 Cold, Wet and Hungry
Plunk, plunk, plunk....
Tom squirmed. That sound. What was it? No, it couldn't be rain. The sky was so clear when they fell asleep on the trail last night. Sure enough! Big raindrops were hitting his face, his hair, his hands... Streams of water trickled down his neck and under the collar of his shirt.
Tom didn't want to move. His clothes felt too soggy and sticky. So he lay absolutely still for a few more minutes, trying to ignore all the wetness. Maybe it was just a bad dream.
Suddenly he heard a scream. Peter was hopping around swinging his arms like a jumping-jack. "It's raining! Everything is wet! I'm soaked."
"Just be quiet," yelled Colin. "I'm dripping too."
"Colin! What are you doing here? I thought you left..." Tom was both surprised and relieved.
"Well, I came back."
"What was the ritual like?" asked Peter.
"It was okay," answered Colin. "But I don't want to talk about it right now."
"So what are we going to do?" asked Peter. "We don't have food, our clothes are wet..."
"Look for some more blueberries," mumbled Tom.
"I've heard there are caves around here," said Colin. "Maybe we could find one. Then we could start a fire and get warm."
"How could we start a fire? Do you have any matches? Dry ones?" Peter sounded doubtful.
Tom ignored the question. "No point staying here anyway. Come on, let's see what we can find."
Slowly and painfully, he turned over. When he tried to stand up, his hands and knees made little craters in the wet ground. "Yuck," he said. Then he started to run. "Hurry you guys," he shouted over his shoulder. "Let's get out of this place."
Peter and Colin followed. Sasha, looking like a dirty mop, scampered behind the boys down the path, splashing through the rain and puddles. We must be almost to the bottom of the mountain, thought Tom after a while. Anyway, running feels warmer than just standing in one place--or lying in the mud.
Suddenly Sasha, who had been leading, took off to the right, barking furiously.
The boys stopped. "She must be chasing a squirrel," said Peter.
"There's a path going off here," said Colin.
"Sasha has disappeared," yelled Tom. "I saw her a moment ago, and now she's gone." He rushed to the place he last saw her. "I can hear her," he shouted, "but I can't figure out where she is!"
Now all three heard her. Her barking seemed to come from deep down in the earth.
"She must have fallen into a hole. C'mon. We have to find her."
"Here's the hole!" Suddenly they were all staring into a strange rectangular hole in the earth. A couple of large branches had been pulled over the opening as if someone wanted to hide it.
"Do you think it is a trap to catch wild animals?" asked Peter.
"We'll find out," answered Tom. He and Colin were already pulling the branches away. "Look, there's a ladder!" announced Colin. "Guess it isn't a trap. I'm going down to get the dog." He eased himself backwards down the ladder into the hole. After a quick wave, he disappeared.
"Where are you?" shouted Peter. He started down the ladder. Tom followed.
Chapter 12 The Secret Tunnel
when he reached the bottom, Tom stopped to look around. The hole was about as wide as his bed and covered with soggy leaves. They may have saved Sasha's life when she fell, he thought.
His wet feet shuffled through the leaves, pushing some aside. This couldn't have been dug too long ago, he thought, looking at the shovel marks. Then he walked through an opening on one side of the hole. It was just a little shorter than an ordinary doorway. Now he stood in a tunnel. Along the rugged ceiling hung small round lamps.
He heard footsteps come up behind him, so he turned and asked, "Why are these lights here? Who puts oil in them?"
"Beats me," answered Colin. "They look like the ones we use in my country, but I sure don't know what they're doing here."
"Where are we?" Tom started walking again. "Did you know about this tunnel?"
"No, but I wish I knew where it ends up."
"So do I," said Tom. "At least it's dry in here."
The tunnel suddenly opened up into a wide room. In spite of the dark brown clay walls, it seemed bright with light. Shelves lined the walls and they were piled high with boxes. Peter was already checking them out.
Sasha came bouncing toward him, joyfully wagging her tail.
"Hi there, funny pup!" Tom laughed as she leaped up to lick his face.
"Come here, you guys! Look what I found. A box of crackers." Peter's words were muffled by all he had stuffed into his mouth. "And here's a big bag of peanuts!"
"What's in these cans? Something to drink?" Tom 's pocketknife had a an opener, and it didn't take long to make a hole big enough for drinking. "It's grape juice," he shouted. "It's great! Have some."
The juice and snacks tasted so good the boys forgot about their wet clothes and being lost. Actually, their clothes were beginning to dry, for the tunnel was nice and warm."
"Those lamps give off heat," explained Colin.
"This box is filled with books," shouted Peter. "Strange books, I'd say, with wizards, trolls and monsters on the covers."
"This box has books and charts on astrology," shouted Colin. "Medicine wheel astrology, Babylonian astrology, Aztec calendars..."
"These shelves are loaded with toys and games," said Colin. "I've seen these dolls before. This one with the stars on her head and a magic wand has special power. And these others change into all kinds of animals. We call them shape-shifters. This big beautiful one tells fortunes." Colin lifted up a big box. "It comes with crystal balls, Tarot cards, charts for astrology and numerology...."
"Numer what?"
"Numerology. It uses numbers to tell who you are and what is going to happen to you. Just like astrology."
"This thing looks like a spider web decorated with feathers. What is it, Colin?"
"Oh, that's dreamcatcher. It has magic power to stop bad dreams. It only lets good dreams and spirits speak to you."
"What's this word, Colin? The one that starts with Oui...?" Peter pointed to a big flat box.
"Wow, that's just what we need! A Ouija Board!"
Chapter 13 The Mysterious (or Dangerous?) Game
"What's a Ouija Board?" asked Tom.
"A fun game," answered Colin. "We can ask it questions, and it will answer and tell us what to do. Look! It's easy." He set the box in the middle of the floor and opened it. Then he pulled out a shiny glass object the size of half a peach. The bottom was smooth and flat, the top rounded. "This is a great pointer."
"Pointer? How can a circle be a pointer?"
"You'll see. Some Ouija boards just have a triangle-shaped piece of wood with a hole in the center. I like this round one better." He handed it to Tom.
"It feels good," said Tom, letting the rounded side fill his hand. "But it sure is heavy."
Tom put the little glass piece on the wooden board. "It slides so easily," he said, moving the smooth flatness of the glass slowly across the shiny polish of the board. He admired the colorful numbers and letters that circled the center of the large surface.
"It's beautiful," he whispered.
"We have one just like this at home," said Colin proudly. "I play it all the time."
"How does it work?" asked Peter.
"I'll show you. What question do you want to ask it?"
"If your board is so smart, ask it how we can get home," said Peter.
"It's better to start with a yes or no question," explained Colin. "Like 'Should we continue through this tunnel?'"
"Okay, that's a good one. Ask it," said Peter.
"Come on. Give me a break," said Tom. This beautiful game must be just another one of the Baron's tricks. "A game is going to tell us how to get home? It doesn't have a brain".
"I'll show you how it works. Here we go," said Colin, ignoring Tom's remark. "First we meditate together and ask the spirits to speak to us."
"The spirits?" Tom was sure the King wouldn't like this game--or those spirits. At the same time, he was curious. Maybe the board could help them find the way.
"Are you getting all wimpy again?" teased Colin. "This game is okay. I know it is. Remember, I've played it a lot. It has magical power! You'll see." He crossed his legs under him, lifted up his hands, pressed his palms together and closed his eyes.
Tom felt even more uncomfortable when Colin began to speak words that sounded like a prayer. Who was he praying to? Surely not just to the Ouija Board. It couldn't hear anything.
Colin stopped his spooky meditation. "When I ask the question, we'll all put our fingertips on the glass. Don't press on it or push it. It will move by its own power. Then it'll stop on top of the letters that spell the answer. Ready?"
"Cool!" said Peter as he rested his fingertips on the pointer. Tom hesitated, then he slowly touched the pointer with his fingers.
"Okay, here's the question. Should we continue through this tunnel?"
For a moment nothing happened. Then Tom felt a strange sensation. The crystal moved. Was it alive? Tom didn't think anyone was pushing it. In fact, he had tried to stop it--just to see what would happen, but he couldn't even slow it down. It obviously had a force of its own.
"See it stopped on Y. I know what the answer is," shouted Colin. "Keep your fingers on it. It'll move again."
Sure enough. the pointer kept moving. It stopped by the E, then went on to the S.
"See? It works!" Colin sounded triumphant. "What do you want to ask next?"
Tom felt a growing sense of danger. "Put it away," he started. "This force is not the power of the Kingdom. I'm getting out of here."
Peter frowned. "Aw, come on, Tom. Don't be a bad sport. There's nothing wrong with this game."
Colin agreed. "Yea, there's nothing dangerous here, Tom. Don't quit."
"Two against one, Tom," said Peter. "We're asking some more questions."
"Here's one," said Colin. "Where will this tunnel end?"
"But that's not a 'yes' or 'no' question."
"That's all right. It could be a short answer."
Tom didn't want to know the pointer's answer. He turned and walked back outside to the ladder and sat down on the lowest rung. It wasn't very comfortable, but it was better than being inside with that crazy game. Sasha seemed to like it better outside too. She licked his hand. At least he still had one friend left.
Tom looked up at the sky. It had stopped raining, and the sun was coming out. The patches of blue sky reminded him of the King. He wished he could talk with Him. Just to know what to do. He began to review the parts of the King's armor that he remembered-- the Belt of Truth and the Breastplate of Righteousness, then something about Peace... That was all he could remember. But he felt better already. Almost like when the King smiled to him.
"Thank you, King," he whispered.
When Tom walked back inside, Colin was just putting the game back on the shelf.
"We're ready to go," said Peter.
"I don't think we should go this way," said Tom.
"We're going anyway," answered Peter. "But you can go back the way we came, if you like. I want to do what the Ouija Board said. It knows more than we do."
"I don't trust that piece of glass," said Tom. But Colin and Peter weren't listening.So what should he do? Should he stay with Peter even though his friend was making a bad choice? He thought so. Besides, going back alone would be scary.
Colin was filling his pockets with peanuts. "Come and get some," he said. "This stuff is here to feed hungry travelers like us."
Peter and Tom quickly stuffed their pockets. I'm not sure this is right either, thought Tom. But we can't go on without it. We'd starve to death.
Chapter 14 Under the River
"C'mon, let's get going," urged Peter. He headed for the tunnel, which continued at the far end of the storage area. Sasha's ears perked up, and she bounced past Peter, taking her place at the lead.
"Wait a minute!" Colin ran over to the shelf and grabbed the Ouija Board. "We may need this again."
Tom didn't say anything, but he felt kind of sick inside. Mom and Dad would be terribly worried about him by now. They expected him home last night. Maybe he should go home by himself, after all. But how would he find the way? Confused and uncertain, he just followed Colin and Peter.
The tunnel seemed a bit wider than where they first entered it, but not by much. Tom stopped to check the width. When he stretched his arms straight out, he almost touched the damp, stony walls on each side.
His clothes felt perfectly dry now, and the little energy bulbs continued to light their way. Colin was whistling a strange tune. He acted right at home in this creepy tunnel.
"Do you want to hear a song?" Colin shouted. Without waiting for an answer, he began to sing.
I'm gonna find my way
No matter what you say,
Only I can make my dreams come true.
For faith and energy
Comes from inside of me.
With this pow'r I'll make my world like new.
"I like those words," said Peter. "Especially that part about making all my dreams come true. Sing it again."
Colin did. This time Peter sang with him, for the melody was simple.
Tom thought about the words. They puzzled him. "It sounds like some of the things the King teaches," he said. "But He is the one who fills me with strength. Power doesn't come from myself."
"I have everything I need inside me!" Colin sounded confident.
"I do too," agreed Peter.
"I believe the King gives me everything I need," said Tom. "And I have His life inside me."
"See, we believe the same thing. There's no real difference," said Colin triumphantly.
"But there is a difference. I know there is! You just don't know my King. You don't trust Him!"
"So what? I trust somebody just like your king: our Baron. He has power too. Your King isn't the only ruler in the world."
Tom didn't say anything. He knew that he and Colin didn't believe the same thing, but he didn't want to argue about it. Besides, Colin probably didn't want to know the difference.
They kept walking. The air felt damp to Tom. But Peter was the first one to notice the water dripping from the ceiling. "Hey, it's raining in here! Where's it coming from?"
"Maybe there's a spring nearby? Or..." Colin looked concerned. "Maybe we're under the river, and the water is seeping through."
"Does that mean that we're almost in Lucidia?" Peter sounded both excited and worried at the same time.
"Maybe..." Colin stopped. "Hey, what's that noise?"
They all listened. A peculiar noise rumbled through the tunnel. It grew stronger each moment.
"Sounds like some kind of an engine. It's coming our way. We've got to move." Colin looked around for a place to hide while the thing passed.
"There is no room anywhere," said Peter.
"I saw a small opening in the wall a ways back. Maybe it's big enough," shouted Tom. He was already running the other way. The others raced after him.
Tom was right. There was a niche in the wall. Not big. A large box filled up most of the space. They peeked inside.
"It's empty except for some cans of some sort of liquid," said Colin. "Gasoline, I bet."
"Hurry up! We've got to get in there fast," shouted Tom. He bent the outer edge of the box so that they could squeeze in.
Colin and Peter climbed in first, then Tom dove in at the last moment. They were all crammed together like sardines in a can. Tom squirmed all the way into the box, while Colin and Peter whispered things like "ouch" and "watch where you put your knee" as loudly as they dared.
Seconds later the "thing" passed.
"Wow, it would have smashed us!" whispered Peter.
"Hurry. Get off me!" shouted Colin in a muffled voice. "Your leg is killing me!"
"You're crushing me!" cried Peter as Tom slid backwards out of the box. "And watch your elbow. It's poking me in the ribs."
Chapter 15 Trapped
"Wow! What was it? Peter, did you see it?" asked Tom. Since he went into the box upside-down, he hadn't seen anything.
"I sure did," said Peter. "It looked like a train, but it ran on big, fat tires instead of a track. The engine was pulling six little boxcarts. One was covered; the others were open and loaded with stuff."
"What kind of stuff?"
"Lots of crates and boxes--like the ones we saw this morning. One had a picture of a weird creature with a long tongue...."
"That reminds me," interrupted Colin, "I left the Ouija Board."
"Forget it. We've got to get out of here. The train may be coming back!"
"Yea, after it unloads all that weird stuff. Hurry!"
They ran deeper into the tunnel. Then, out of breath, they collapsed on the rocky floor. "I have a headache," said Colin.
"Me too," said Peter. "The air is terrible in here."
"And the floor's all wet and slippery from the dripping ceiling."
"I still think we should turn back," said Tom. He didn't want to get any closer to Lucidia.
"I can't move," mumbled Peter. "It's too hard to breathe in here."
"Yeah," agreed Colin. "Besides, the train is back there. If they find us, I have a feeling they aren't going to like us--especially since we found their secret storage place."
Tom had been wondering about all the boxes back in the storage place. "Colin, do you think those boxes had something to do with the war?" He stopped to catch his breath.
"What war?" asked Colin.
"The King talked about people from Lucidia invading our land. Could those games and toys be part of the invasion?"
"Yeah. You came from Lucidia," added Peter. "You must know something about it?"
Colin squirmed. "I don't know anything about this tunnel or the toys. All I know is that the Baron told us to move to Troth and get to know the people."
"But why did he send you to the Kingdom? There must be a reason."
"We were supposed to tell you what we believed and share our things with you."
"You mean the games and toys in all those boxes?"
"I guess." Colin sounded defensive. "Anyway, they're all good things. There's nothing bad about them. You saw how the Ouija Board helped us this morning."
"Yea, great help!" moaned Tom. "Look where we are now!"
"I believe you, Colin," said Peter. "Everything looked pretty good to me."
A terrible thought struck Tom. "Where's Sasha?"
"I haven't seen her since that train passed us." Colin looked around.
"She would have been in front of it. Do you think they saw her?" Tom didn't want to think about that happy little dog being hit.
"Hey, I hear something. It's coming back!"
"What?"
"The train! What should we do?"
"Run!"
"I can't. I'm too dizzy."
"Look for a hole or cave or something."
"There isn't any. We're trapped!"
At the last minute, they tried running, but the train caught up fast. Finally they just squeezed their bodies against the wall. Tom pulled his stomach tight to make himself even smaller. Maybe the train had enough room to pass. And just maybe the driver wouldn't see them.
But he did. The brakes shrieked as the train slid to a stop. A bright lantern focused straight on the boys. Then Tom heard a deep angry voice shout words he couldn't understand.
Two men jumped out of the engine and grabbed the boys. Pressing their way through the narrow passage between the wall and the side of the train, they pulled the boys to the door of the second car, shoved them into the darkness, and locked the door behind them.
Then the train started moving again.
Chapter 16 Captive
As the train chugged toward Lucidia, Tom lay dazed on the shaking floor of the car. The steady noise of the engine muffled all other sounds. Slowly, the strange events of the last two days began to flow through his mind. He and Peter had walked right into enemy territory--in spite of the King's warnings. Now they were caught. How did it happen?
It began so simply. He found the dog--or did the dog find him? Sasha led them to Colin, and Colin led them in search of Sasha's owner. They hadn't asked their parents, and they didn't listen to the King's warnings. If only he had heard...What did the King say that morning? Something about the enemy pretending to be good--pretending that all could live together in peace... Trying to trick people away from the King to follow the Baron.
"I'm so sorry, dear King," Tom whispered. Then he remembered something very important!
The King is stronger than the Baron! He has forgiven me--and He is here with me!
Suddenly Tom felt a wonderful peace inside. "That's it!" he shouted. "That's the sandals of peace. I just put them on. Thank you, King, for helping me remember."
Was someone moaning? Tom could barely hear the new sounds over the noise of the train. He turned his head to the right, but all he could see was black darkness. He crept toward the sound until he felt a foot with a worn-out sneaker.
"Peter, is that you? Are you hurt?" he yelled.
"Ow, ow," cried Peter. "I think my hand is broken!"
"How did it happen?"
"I fell on it when that mean guy pushed us in here."
"Just lie still, Peter. We'll get help soon." Tom didn't feel nearly as confident as he tried to sound. Would anyone in Lucidia care about Peter's broken hand?"
"Colin, are you here?" he shouted as loud as he could.
"Yes!" yelled Colin from another corner of the car.
"Where are they taking us?"
"I don't know. But I'm sure we're in deep trouble!"
It seemed like hours before the train stopped. Tom heard voices and footsteps outside, then somebody yanked the door open. "Get out!" yelled the man who had pushed them into the car.
"My friend is hurt," began Tom, but the man interrupted impatiently, "Hurry!"
Tom jumped out quickly, then reached up to help Peter. Colin crawled out last.
"Where's the dog?" yelled the man.
The dog? Was Sasha here? Tom climbed back up and looked inside.There she was! Now he could see a little white bundle of fur lying still by the back wall. He rushed over, picked up the limp shape, and held the black nose close to his own. Yes, she was still breathing. "Thank you, King," he whispered as he hugged the soft little body.
A big man shaped like a wrestler led them toward a large stone building. He wore a purple scarf around his neck. As the icy wind blew the scarf straight out to the side, Tom noticed a symbol he had seen on one of those boxes in the tunnel. It was a pyramid with a big eye inside.
The man walked so fast that Tom barely had time to look around. He just noticed a few bare trees and the freezing wind that blasted their faces with icy sleet. Not like the soft snow that falls in the Kingdom, thought Tom.
The little troupe marched solemnly down a steep stairway inside the building.
"Wait here," said the man. He left them in a cold basement room and locked the door behind him.
Tom laid Sasha on a bench and stroked her gently. Her eyes opened and she tried to lick him.
"I bet the train hit her," said Colin. The others didn't answer. Peter's face looked pale and his hand was red and swollen.
"You'd better sit down," said Tom. Peter sat on the stone floor, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes. Colin sat next to him.
About an hour passed in silence. What could anyone say? Tom thought about the King, but he felt too discouraged to try to remember the armor.
Suddenly a door opened and a pretty woman dressed in a long purple gown came in. She smiled. "I'm Rama, and I've come to help you."
Tom breathed a sigh of relief. At least there was one friendly person in this country.
"Odin told me that someone was hurt. Which one?" Tom and Colin both pointed to Peter. Rama looked at his hand and covered it with some ointment. Then she made a sling from a bright colored cloth.
"Come with me. I'll take you to a more comfortable room."</