Previously…
“For now, we have built some back up generators. But as you have already seen, they are nowhere nearly as effective as the Generator, and they consume fuel at an alarming rate. These back ups may last us a few months, but no more. Beyond that, we must adapt to this heat, or perish.”
A heavy sense of despair and fear settles over you, for you know that there are many younger ones in the orphanage who could not hope to survive the full onslaught of Korvarrin heat, and just as many who would freeze to death without the cooling systems’ insulating functions when night falls. Perhaps Lou was right, it would be folly to give up hope so quickly without at least seeing for yourself if there was something, anything at all, in your power to do.
Beneath your feet, underground, the ever-present hum of the Generator is conspicuously absent.
Aylon turned to look down the right-hand corridor where he had seen Lou go, and his face hardens.
“Well if we have to stay here, then we have to fix the Generator don’t we? C’mon Ek!” the bigger boy beams at the other, grabbing his hand and pulling him down the corridor.
They followed the long corridor as it winds down underground, the lamps lining the walls flickering weakly as the Generator’s power failed. Soon, they were feeling their way along the walls in the dark, taking care not to step and stumble on each other’s cloaks. So accustomed to the dark of the corridor they became, that when it at last widened into the chamber housing the Generator, they both cried out in surprise and pain at the dim light.
Blinking the stars from their eyes, Aylon recovered first, and noticed a motionless dark lump on the ground.
“It’s Lou!” He cried, rushing forward to check on the man.
Ektor on the other hand, was distracted by a large imposing structure. It pulsed with a weak, red glow, a muted hum vibrating the ground beneath his feet. There it was. The Generator.
“He’s alive,” Aylon concluded with some relief, “but I think he’s burnt? See the marks on his hands.”
Ektor inspected the scene, and discovered an open panel in the Generator. Within, he could see a strange red crystal, larger than he was tall. As he approached, he could feel the heat radiating from it, but occasionally it would fade to a duller red, and then the air would feel cold in the absence of its pulsing heat.
“This must be what powers the Generator,” said Ektor, “And Lou must have touched it, thinking to inspect or replace it somehow, and it burned him.”
“Then it is dangerous!” cried Aylon
“It’s just out of power,” is Ektor’s ponderous response, “If we found a new one, we’d be fine.”
Mind made up, Ektor returns to his rooms and begins gathering his things. Aylon chased after him, hovering worriedly at his elbow and attempting to dissuade him.
“Hey, we’re just kids! Did you see what it did to Lou? We’ve never even left this place before!”
“Aylon, someone has to do something,” Ektor sighed, pack full and heart set, “Besides… No one needs me here. You can stay here, Aylon. You have friends here.”
Aylon blinked, startled by the sadness and loneliness in Ektor’s voice. All at once, his hesitance was banished.
“I’m coming with you.”