B
Y NOON, THE survivors of the People of the Dawnland marched through an eerily quiet black blizzard.
Twig cast a glance over her shoulder. The fires in the south were spreading through the forests, and ash fell like charcoal snowflakes. All of the animals had fled in front of the fires. Not a single deer or buffalo could be seen anywhere. Even the slow-moving sloths had vanished.
Screech Owl and Cobia walked out front. Twig, Greyhawk, and Yipper came next in line, and several more paces back, Mother whispered with Grandfather.
Though many people seemed frightened of Cobia, no one complained about her presence. In fact, they seemed strangely comforted to have the most powerful dreamer in the world leading them.
Twig coughed and tried to breathe. It wasn’t easy. The smoke and dust were so thick they were all having trouble breathing. Many people walked with their hide collars held over their noses. But coughs and wheezes filtered down the line.
And in the strange black blizzard, Twig kept seeing things. Huge things, moving around Cobia.
Greyhawk, who was walking beside her, said, “What’s wrong, Twig? You keep staring at Cobia.”
She turned to him. He had the front of his face tucked down inside his coat so that only his eyes showed. “Do you see them?”
Greyhawk frowned. “See what?”
“I think … nothing. I’m probably just tired. My eyes are playing tricks, but—”
Yipper let out a sudden sharp bark, charged forward, and leaped into the air beside Cobia, snapping at something. Screech Owl and Cobia had their heads together, talking. They didn’t even seem to notice him. But Twig and Greyhawk did. When Yipper landed, he stalked around stiff-legged with his hair standing straight up, whining and growling.
Greyhawk’s eyes widened. He carefully searched the torrent of black snowflakes before saying to Twig, “Should I be afraid?”
Yipper trotted back toward them, but he kept looking over his shoulder, growling, as though in warning.
Twig whispered, “Do you remember the story Elder Bandtail told about Cobia? About the—”
“About the armless things that danced around her bed when she was a child?” Greyhawk hissed. “Is that what you and Yipper see?”
“I think so, but I don’t think they’re evil. I—”
Two paces ahead, she heard Screech Owl ask Cobia, “The Thornback raiders are behind us, aren’t they?”
Cobia’s head dipped in a single nod. It had been so subtle people farther back in line would have never seen it, so it could not terrify them the way it did Twig and Greyhawk.
Screech Owl nodded and exhaled hard. “I thank the Spirits that you are here. Have you dreamed where we should go? Where we will be safe?”
Cobia stopped in the trail and waited for Twig and Greyhawk to catch up. When she looked at Twig, her eyes shimmered. “Where will we be safe, Twig? Have you dreamed of it?”
Twig hesitated.
Greyhawk said, “What’s she talking about, Twig?”
Twig took a deep breath, then softly answered, “I—I keep seeing things, and the Stone Wolf is pulling me due west. I think we have to go all the way to the Duskland.”
“The Duskland?” Greyhawk half shouted. “Why?”
The other villagers heard him, and stopped.
Twig wet her lips, afraid to answer. Cobia had told her that too much hope could kill. Finally, she said, “There is
still sunlight there, Greyhawk. Towering trees grow along the coast, and there’s plenty of fish and animals. If we can just get there …”
People came forward, surrounding her. The faces of the elders were especially serious. They all listened intently for her next words.
Twig blinked, astonished.
Elder Bandtail hobbled forward. “Are we on the right path to get there, Dreamer?”
“Yes.”
Elder Snapper shouldered through the crowd next. “How long will it take us?”
“I don’t know, Elder. Many moons, I think.” Twig picked up the Stone Wolf, and it tugged her onward, due west.
Everyone seemed to be waiting for her.
Slowly, hesitantly, Twig walked out in front of them, taking the lead.
Cobia, Greyhawk, and Screech Owl fell into line behind her, and the others followed. They followed her—Twig, daughter of Riddle and Screech Owl, a child of the Blue Bear Clan of the People of the Dawnland.
When she looked back over her shoulder, Screech Owl gave her a proud smile.
Twig smiled back, and as she led them down the winding trail toward the far, far Duskland, hope swelled her heart.
She started to walk faster, and Greyhawk called, “Twig, wait for me!”
He ran up to walk beside her, and Yipper shot out in front of them, running down the trail with his tail wagging.
Greyhawk whispered, “I always knew you were a dreamer.”
She turned to look at his soot-coated face. “I only made it to Cobia’s cave because of you. You are the bravest warrior I will ever know.”
Greyhawk smiled, and they both focused on the ash-coated trail ahead.
As she walked, ghostly images formed in the smoke, twisting and shimmering. Somewhere out there, a mammoth trumpeted, loud, tying itself to the forming vision.
Twig stopped suddenly—as the vision became her world.
… I see the smoke break, and ahead of me is Mammoth, looking back over her shoulder, waiting for me to catch up. Her long silky brown hair has grown back. Her ivory tusks shine, and her eyes are bright and happy. My fear slips away like Buffalo’s winter coat in spring. I trot to the crest, my lungs heaving, and suck in an awed breath.
Below, thick grasses waver beneath the caress of Wind Woman. Green meadows roll all the way down to touch a vast blue ocean, where wolf pups roll on their backs in the sand, biting their toes before tumbling sideways, then rising and chasing each other along the shore. Their playful yips are like music on the sea-scented breeze. And far out in the grass, Mammoth runs, greeting Caribou, Fox, and Raven as she heads for the herd of mammoths that stand belly-deep in wildflowers. When
the other mammoths see her, they trumpet wildly. The entire herd rushes to meet her. They surround her, trumpeting, tossing their heads and gently smoothing their trunks along her sides and over her back in greeting—as though their lost sister has returned home, and they are joyous.
I smile. The air is filled with birdsong and brilliant sunlight.
I can barely hear myself whisper, “The Duskland. This is the Duskland … .”
Why did the Laurentide Ice Sheet collapse and cause the draining of Lake Agassiz? Scientists have recently discovered that around this same time a comet may have exploded over the Great Lakes and eastern Canada. Archaeologists have always been fascinated by the strange “black mat” that covers most Clovis culture sites. Clovis archaeological sites date to between 13,500 years ago and 12,900 years ago, and are never found above this carbon-rich mat. Clovis culture is best known for the beautiful “fluted” spear points its people made to harvest mammoths, mastodons, and buffalo.
Thanks to the efforts of two physicists, the black mat was recently analyzed and found to contain high amounts of iridium, plus carbon spherules and tiny lumps of glasslike carbon that can best be explained by the explosion of a comet in the earth’s atmosphere. When the comet exploded, fragments shot out and slammed into the land, leaving over one million depressions that today we call the Carolina Bays. The impacts set off forest fires and undoubtedly caused the collapse of the Laurentide Ice Sheet that still covered most of Canada east of the Rockies.
If a comet did explode around 12,900 years ago, it must have happened when the comet entered the atmosphere, because we have no gaping hole, no crater to mark its point of impact. Scientists speculate that it was an
extinction-level event. When the comet struck, it superheated the atmosphere and sent a shock wave across North America, causing the largest firestorm in the history of the world. A few seconds after the explosion, a blast of high-pressure wind, over 300 miles per hour, swept the continent; then red-hot debris started falling. About thirty minutes later, a tsunami 600 feet high, consisting of dozens of massive waves, rolled across the oceans, devastating coastlines around the world.
It took years for the clouds of debris, dust, and smoke to finally settle. By then, the world had been thrown back into another Ice Age that we call the Younger Dryas.
But human beings survived, as did buffalo, deer, elk, and most other life-forms.
The journey ahead was difficult, but the adventures of Twig and Greyhawk had only just begun … .