A Return to Uuiit’s House (Caveman Chronicles)

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Thoka closed her eyes, and carefully handled the stone that Zara had given her. It was crude in shape. A cavechild’s fist could envelope its rocky roundness, but it was no mere rock. The rough and uneven ridges scraped against her palm.

Just a day ago, when Thoka and Kpleeb had returned from Uuiit’s village, Zara had reached her tiny hand up at Thoka with the stone grasped in her chubby fingers, Thoka had smiled at Zara and taken the stone. Zara was not prone to present giving. Watching the exchange, Kpleeb had then recounted a story from what seemed like ages ago.

“Urh,” Kpleeb had said with a distant look of fondness, “my friend Pfftul gave me a stone like that once. I mean… it wasn’t nearly that round. He was still working on making seven sides. It was a beautiful stone though.” He paused and shuffled his feet. “I wonder where Pfftul is now?”

“Mama, look at Qon,” Zara had interrupted insistently. She had bounced on the balls of her feet and waved her hands at Thoka.

“Okay, Zara. Where is Qon?”

“In the stone, mama!”

Now, a day later, Thoka sat inside Uuiit’s house again holding the stone. She focused and rolled it around in her hand. During the trip back to Uuiit’s village, Zara had told her that she made the stone to help Thoka see Qon, and while Thoka believed that she was a special child, it seemed a bit far-fetched.

Zara sat in the corner on a small, bulbous trough that had been turned upside down. She had been there, silent, for an hour now staring around the room. At the door, one of the Ganix warriors rested on his haunches and carefully sharpened the tip of his spear with a river stone.

Shhhhhhhhhnk, shhhhhnk, shnnnk. Over and over, incessantly. Unerringly consistent.

Thoka sighed and opened her eyes. “Can you wait outside?”

The warrior nodded and stood in a single, smooth motion. “Pale One.”

Thoka closed her eyes again. She was not one to meditate. Her focus was absolutely singular at times, but it was when all of her senses were attuned to the movement of her hands. She longed for the days when she had been able to stand in the cave and feel the invisible forces swirl around her, but… she suspected that the experience had occurred only because she had been pregnant with Zara. The sense of closeness to the invisible forces had waned after Zara’s birth. To be sure, she used the forces, the yellow stone obeyed, and her devices functioned as designed. But the amazing sense of bathing in a varicolored whirlwind of tingling power was entirely gone.

Focus, Thoka.

The Qon stone was cool to the touch, and it resembled nothing she had ever designed. There were no rods or tips or tiny protrusions. It was not complex. She tried looking through it with her mind’s eye. She moved it around, held it against her head, her ear, her knee. Nothing changed. The flows that she could feel in her own designs simply skittered around the edges of the stone.

Maybe too much focus…?

She looked past the stone and then set it on the floor in front of her. It remained, unspeaking, untwitching. She ignored it.

The room was still flooded with invisible forces. Thoka looked around at the blank stone walls, and then repeated her scan using her bracelet in combination with her second ring. There was a green tinge to the air in the room. On the edges, lines of power wavered at the ceiling and floor level and sharper lines surrounded the door posts. All of the lines fed into the tiered structure in the corner. The bright red structure was some type of important interconnector for the invisible forces, but Thoka could not guess how it worked or what it might do. Before she was willing to touch the structure, she intended to let Zara analyze and produce her opinion about what it might be.

She sighed. “Zara, this Qon does nothing except prevent the forces from traveling through it.”

“Mama, watch.” Zara approached and took the stone. She held it and looked at it with her head slightly tilted. “See?”

Thoka saw nothing.

Zara placed both of her hands and the stone into Thoka’s hands and tilted her head again. This time, Thoka felt a powerful thread in each of her hands. It was stronger than she had ever felt, and it felt as if she had a tenuous grip on a thick, wriggling snake. Her eyes grew wide.

It’s Qon, mama.” Zara beamed at her. “Now you try to put the forces here and here.” She gestured at two sides of the stone that appeared to be just like any other sides.

Thoka grasped the stone alone and stared at it. She tilted her head and carefully fed thin streams of the invisible forces into the spots that Zara had pointed at.

“No Mama, here.” Zara pointed again, but this time at other spots.

“Why, Zara? That was where you pointed, right?”

“Yes, but it moved with the red lines.”

Thoka’s tried to keep her face from betraying her frustration as she carefully moved her fingers again. She looked at Zara for confirmation of placement.

Zara nodded.

The force in her palms thrust her hands away from each other and the stone with such force that Thoka’s wrists hurt. The stone thumped onto the floor.

Zara bent and picked up the stone. “That was great, Mama! You felt Qon!”

“It’s so powerful. How can you hold it, Zara?”

Zara’s face was puzzled and then turned proud. “It is strong, but not too much for me.”

Patting Zara’s curly head, Thoka smiled and stood. “You are an amazing girl, Zara. Can you tell me what this is?” She pointed at the red structure in the corner.

Zara turned and shrugged. “All of the flows enter this box. Some of them mix, the red and yellow, and they become very wide here.” She pointed at one of the larger protrusions on the top. It was a rectangle, more or less. Its top surface had a grid of many identical, rounded indentations on it that were as deep as the tip of Zara’s smallest finger. “It radiates,” she said simply.

“I think we should try the crystal with this device,” said Thoka.

Zara nodded. “Do it, Mama.”

Thoka held the crystal in her palm and waved it in front of the machine. Nothing happened, so she moved her hand closer and began to move the crystal around the front side, pausing at each of the smallish protrusions. When she reached the right side, a gap opened up and beneath it was a mold that was identical to the crystal. Thoka placed the crystal on the indention, and several points on the device brightened.

Zara gasped. “Mama, be careful.”

A bulbous protrusion near the top of the device, began to glow, and within a few seconds, a beam of light shot upward. The light stopped an arm’s length above the emitter and coalesced into the form of two almost perfectly round rocks moving around a larger sphere. The rocks orbited the sphere on different planes, and they were also different sizes and colors. One was a ruddy, brown color, and the other was a light grey mottled with golden swirls. The sphere they orbited was grey and white and covered with ridges and blocky shapes. Tall green rectangles were evenly spaced in a band around the center.

“What is that, Mama?”

Thoka blinked and reached out to touch the larger sphere. It was about the size of her fist, but her hand passed through it without any resistance. She wiggled her fingers and frowned. Well, that’s interesting.

All over the device, small bumps were lit up, and some were blinking. “What now, Mama?”

“I’m not sure, Zara. What do you see?”

Zara squinted and lifted her finger to point. “There are so many forces and colors. It’s everywhere… but I think I understand some of it.”

“That’s good. You’re a smart girl. What should I do?” Thoka’s eyes scanned the variety of options before she began to use her bracelet and ring combinations. The flows were truly everywhere and seemed to connect every single bump or protrusion. There were several larger flows of the invisible power that pulsed in a cadence. Every few seconds a tiny bit of power flowed straight up and out of the grid of indentations on the top.

“Mama, just try some of these things,” Zara said pointing at the device.

Thoka started pressing protrusions randomly. Usually, with each press several of the bumps would light up momentarily. After a moment, she pressed one on the far left, and the sphere of light started to fade.

“Mama, the top is emitting a big, blue flow with a bit of Qon in it.”

Abruptly. the sphere was replaced with the stern face of a death white.

Thoka raised her eyebrows.

The death white spoke in a garbled voice. “Binti o heno.” There was a pause. “Binti o heno.” The repeat was equally calm.

Thoka spoke. “Who are you?”

The head turned slightly to the right. “Heragut tuwilk.” After a moment, another voice spoke, though Thoka could not see another death white. This voice spoke in a very expressive and emotional series of tones that Thoka found to be odd. “I am Iitki. Who are you?” Thoka noticed that the death white’s mouth did not move.

“Ma-“

“I am Thoka.” She held her finger up to her mouth and waved her other hand gently in a shushing motion toward Zara who stood to her right.

“Where is Uuiit?”

It was then that Thoka realized she was not prepared to speak to what could be a series of serious questions about Uuiit, the village, herself, and everything else that she knew. Instead, she lied.

“Uuiit is on a journey and has left me in charge while… uh, Uuiit is gone.” She managed to keep a straight face, but not in the same absolute manner as the death white before her.

The death white head turned again and though the mouth moved, she heard nothing.

“Uuiit has assured me that he will return soon,” said Thoka with a nod. She then reached out her hand and pressed the same protrusion she had pressed when the sphere had changed. The floating death white head disappeared, and the sphere faded back into view. Thoka looked at the squarish protrusion and made a mental note to never accidentally touch it again.

“Who was that, Mama?” Zara then pointed at the top of the red device. “The big, blue flow is back!”

The floating sphere faded again and again it was replaced by the face of a death white. Whether it was the same one or different, Thoka could not say.

“Heno ji gutralit verralti ai, Thoka” a raspy voice barked. It was followed by the singsong voice. “You cannot evade my questions, Thoka.”

Thoka kept her calm and doubled down on the lie. “I will let Uuiit speak when he returns. Her hand twitched.

“Miult!”

Just then, Zara reached out her hand and pressed it against the side of the large, red device. There was a crackle of power as all signs of activity dissipated in an instant. Smoke wisped upward from the grid of indentations.

Thoka raised her voice without thinking. “Zara, what did you do?”

“I made him stop speaking Mama,” Zara said with tears in her eyes. “He was scary!”

“I’m sorry, Zara. I didn’t mean to scare you. I will always protect you, okay?” Thoka looked at the rising smoke and grimaced. “Do you think you can fix it?”

Zara shrugged. “Maybe, in time.” She paused and put her hand into Thoka’s. “I’m sorry, Mama.”

“It’s okay, Zara. We need to understand what this is and why there was the face of a death white inside of it.”

It could speak my language. It saw both of us. Thoka shuddered at the thought that the… it was able to see. She looked at the red device and realized that it was only able to see until Zara touched it.

“What did you do to this?” she asked gently.

“I… I just gave it more Qon,” sniffled Zara quietly.

“Hmmm… the death white could no longer see or talk to us without this device. I must think about what this means… and discuss with Kpleeb.” Thoka took the blue crystal out of its indentation and noticed that the gap did not change to hide itself again.

“Let’s go see Da.”