Imagine. Imagine the future. The earth is covered. Not just mostly as it is today, but completely. Every square foot is covered with a home, a business, a rain forest, preserved land, anything. People have figured ways to build out over top of the ocean, and there are so many people living over it, that the continents almost touch again. They’ve finally run out of space. They knew it was coming. They always had. It was time to act now. They had to venture where they never had before. It was time to go underground.
Of course, they had no idea what was under the earth, or what they would cause by going there. Only a select few really knew, and those people could hardly stop what the rest of the world wanted, as well as needed. It would be up to the fairies. So let me take you there, and tell the story.
A considerably grayer Foaly sat in the Ops booth, flipping through all of the Mud-men’s TV stations. All of them were saying the same things. “Great Idea sparks improvement! Moving underground!” or, “Civilization moving underground causes joyous outbreaks. There will be crowding no more.”
Foaly sighed. He was getting too old for his job. It had been two thousand years since Artemis and Holly had married, and Artemis had passed a thousand before. Holly was now Commander, but even she was getting ready to retire. However, his son wouldn’t be qualified to take over the Ops booth for another three years, and members of his own family that he taught himself were the only people he trusted to run his dearest machines. He would be all alone.
Just then, there was a knock at the door, and Holly marched in. “You watching these human news feeds?” She glanced up at the screen, and nodded.
Foaly looked at her gravely. “You know we have to intercept. If they go down too far, or even down far enough to pick up some of our signals, we’re gonna be in big trouble. BIG trouble,” he said, stretching out the second big to imply how huge.
“I know. But what can we do? If we go out there, and make them stop, we’ll give ourselves away, and there’ll be a war. If we wait for them to find us, we’ll be given away anyways, and there’ll be war then, too.”
“I know, I know. But I think I have a plan. You know what I would pay for one of Artemis’s crazy plans that are most likely to get us all killed, but actually work?” He smiled deviously.
“But Artemis got too old! He died forever ago! Even we’re getting old!” Then comprehension dawned on her. “You…you’re not gonna…Foaly, no! We can’t!”
“Who said anything about we?” He wasn’t smiling anymore.
“No! If you go, I’m going too. I won’t let another one of my best friends die! Together.”
“Holly, I can’t put you in danger. I’ll go, and then hopefully come back, and help you save the People.”
“No.” She stamped her foot.
Foaly knew it was a losing cause. There was no way he was going to change this stubborn elf’s mind. Not now, anyways. “Fine. But you have to promise that you won’t abandon me. We don’t know what it’ll be like……….eh, there. Something could change you.”
“Don’t be silly, nothing is going to change me,” Holly exclaimed. She didn’t look quite so sure of herself, though, so she added, “I promise.”
Foaly nodded. “Right then. We have to figure out how to get there now. Without actually……” he couldn’t choke the word out.
“I know what you mean. Let’s get on this, then. You see if you can find anything with all this technology,” she said, gesturing around her. “I’ll go talk to someone who nearly went there once themselves.”
Foaly nodded, quickly, and scared. Holly walked from the Ops booth, a considerable amount less spring in her step than when she entered, a thick line creasing her forehead.
A teenage pixie strutted over to her lab door, scanned her eye, whole hand, typed a password, stepped onto a weight sensitive pad, unlocked the keyhole, and was finally able to open the first door. At the second door, she strapped on a gas mask. She was so paranoid about her inventions being stolen, that she always filled the room with a sedative gas. She stepped up to the second door, and repeated the process of above, only in a different order. If someone tried to get in, they would have to know the exact order for both doors, otherwise, an alarm would go off, and a six person guard team would be on them in seconds.
The second door slid open with a woosh, and the pixie stepped into her first lab, the one in which she worked on incomplete inventions. She wasn’t interested in this lab, though. She strutted across the room, and went through a slightly less complex process from the first two doors. She scanned her eye and hand, and the door slid open. Inside this room, stainless steel, wire cages were stacked neatly around the room, the wire glowing blue with electricity, so that anyone who tried to break in would be electrecuted. Only she knew the password to bypass this and turn off the electricity. She now typed it into the small bar above the keypad, along with a number, 37.
Cage number thirty-seven popped open, the electricity on this one only ceasing. It was now traveling through a wire at the back of the cage, carrying it to the next cage to keep the rest of the cages going. She bounced excitedly over to the tiny metal box, idental except for size to the ones in the other cages. She typed a four digit code on it’s personal keypad, and popped the tiny catch. Her baby gleamed in the center of foam padding, just waiting to be removed, and used. It was time. Very soon, the whole of both words would bow to her. And nothing would be able to stop her.
Hey, this is a new fic I’m starting. The idea came to me while I was reading Pendragon: The Never War, so I thank D.J. MacHale for the idea. Even though he’s not on here. Unless he is. Which I highly doubt. Anyways, please R&R, and if you like it tell me whether or not I should continue. Actually, tell me whether you like it or not, because everything helps. Thanks!