The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version

the opening and snapped at his arm.
Damn! thought Ben.
The shark pulled back, then crammed its head further into the hole trying to get at Ben. His jaws opened as
wide as he could get them in the small opening, then shut, then opened and shut several times as if on
automation. They opened and shut, opened and shut, opened and shut. It reminded Ben of a child's toy he had
once seen in a museum, which was designed like a pair of false teeth. Wind them up and they would go click
click click click rapidly for at least a minute.
The shark gave up and backed out of the hole.
A moment later the huge fish swam with full force at the hole. The wall shuddered and started to give.
What the hell, thought Ben. He unstrapped his tank and gave it to Dahms. Then he swam to the top of the
wall and waited for the next attack, which came quickly. As soon as the monster's head appeared through the
hole with a crashing force, he rammed his sword through the top of its skull.
Blood clouded the water and before Ben could withdraw his sword the thrashing of the shark brought down
the wall. Ben, being at the top of the tube, was safe, but Dahms, Sam, and Gaal had to swim quickly to the
ceiling as the shark started thrashing toward them. He swam down the enclosed hallway crashing against the
sides of the tube, swinging his great head back and forth.
Ben didn't wait to watch as it disappeared into the murky passageway. He swam over the rubble only to find
another wall about twenty feet away. It had to be a trick, if it wasn’t, they were doomed. He searched the floor
and found a trap door partly covered by mud and algae.
Dahms caught up with him and started shoving the mouthpiece in his face.
He took a drag of air, which proved to be difficult indicating that the air was almost depleted, then he pointed
at .the trap door and the four of them grabbed the handle and swung it open.
It was dark below, but Ben was confident that this was the way out. He motioned for Dahms to go first,
which she did, but she surprised him when she unstrapped her tank and handed it to him. What was her reason?
He didn't know, but he had to be close to her when she needed air. He followed, closely.
She went down the tube, which after ten feet made a sharp u-turn and finally pointed up. At the top she
swung the metal door open and propelled herself out of the tunnel.
He expected her to wait for a final drag of air, but she didn't. Instead she swam for the surface, blowing
bubbles as she went.
Damn, he thought, she knows how to do a free ascent. Now where did she learn to do that on Ar?
Sam swam beside Ben and pulled on his arm, and when Ben looked at him, Sam shrugged his shoulders and
pointed at Dahms.
A little difficult to explain right now, thought Ben. Knowing there were still a couple of breaths of air left, he
handed the tank to Sam, then started toward the surface while blowing bubbles.
When he broke the surface, Dahms, instead of swimming for the shore was still treading water waiting for
the others.
“Where did you learn to do that?” he asked.
Just then Sam's head popped through the water.
"It's a technique I learned when I was on Trandon. Some friends took me diving, and they showed me how
to ascend from the bottom by blowing air."
Sam spit water, let go of the tank, then said, "Well you scared the hell out of me when you took off like that.
I couldn't figure out what you were doing"
Just then Gaal broke the surface.
"You were right," yelled Gaal interrupting their conversation. "It is easier swimming underwater." His arms
started flopping and just before his head went under he managed to cry out, "A little help, if you don't mind."
Dahms grabbed him by the shoulder, and the four of them made their way to the beach.
The large windows of the safety chamber looked out upon another scene of greenery with tall trees, small
bushes (but not as abundant as in zone three), flowers, and small rolling hills covered with grass.
It wasn't dense with jungle all around, and there wasn't any perceptible life milling about or hiding, waiting