After saying goodbye, they made their way back to the Tomahna linking book. Melody went first.
But unlike before, when she opened her eyes instead of being on Yeesha's dock, she was on the balcony outside Atrus' study. The place inspired so many memories that Melody closed her eyes and breathed deeply. Near a bench the necklace glowed.
Catherine was bouncing Yeesha on her lap, laughing along with the giggly baby.
Melody's eyes stung a little. Yeesha had only been a few months old at the time. It had been around that time that her adventures chasing Saveedro had begun. She touched the bench. It seemed like so long ago. They had been happy and safe. Why did things have to change?
She was still standing there when Trace appeared. "What are you doing?"
"Remembering," she answered, then went toward Atrus' study.
"I thought we were going to Haven."
"In a minute," she said. "I want to see something."
Entering the room, she looked around, taking it all in. She hadn't really seen the study since Atrus had finished rebuilding it after the fire Saveedro started. The stand were Releeshan had been was replaced by diagrams of the observatory and telescope. The tapestries, precious heirlooms, had been destroyed. They were, unfortunately, irreplaceable. As she touched a place where one had been, the necklace glowed.
Saveedro appearing, grabbing the fire marble and throwing it. A younger Atrus shouting as Saveedro stole Releeshan and linked away.
This memory had been one of hers. That had been an important moment. She had certainly been feeling strong emotions at that point.
When she approached the desk, the necklace glowed again.
Catherine's voice, laughing. "Atrus! I thought you were going to redesign this room. But it looks just like it did before the fire."
"Not just like it did, my love," Atrus insisted. "Look, the table is different."
Melody laughed while Trace arched an eyebrow. "Atrus moment," she clarified.
"Ah," Trace said understandingly.
The damaged linking book to Riven had been replaced with a working one to Serenia. Melody recalled the memory she had seen by the broken pot. The one where Yeesha had said she had a key. Sirrus had been trying to break into Atrus'office. Had he been trying to get to the Serenia book? He obviously hadn't known about the book in Yeesha's room. But Achenar had figured that out.
Wow, Achenar had actually been smarter than Sirrus.
She couldn't wait to tell him.
On the desk, she found Atrus' journal about Serenia. Curious, she skimmed over it quickly.
The first time I placed my hand on Serenia's linking panel I remember thinking: This Age will be unlike any I have journeyed to so far.
And it was.
The sky was crisp and clear. The rivers and waterfalls sparkled like diamonds. Even the worn paths threading through the canopies of stone took my breath away. I met a group of women who told me they were Protectors of something called a memory chamber. We talked long into the night. Yet the more they explained to me the more impossible their stories seemed.
One of the stories they told me moves me to this day. Many years ago, a child from the village contracted a fever and was close to death. His parents, who loved him very much, decided to find a beautiful burial place for him. They traveled to the other side of the river from the village and laid the boy beside a giant flower. All night the mother's tears never stopped flowing. Eventually they sank through the ground and bathed the flower's roots. Moved by the tears, the flower told the parents to carry their child inside. It would preserve his memories so they could visit him whenever they wished. Then the flower passed one of the tears back through her roots, turning it into a container to hold memories, and the father dove underwater to collect it.
And that is how the Memory Chamber first displayed it's power to the Serenians.
Having read the descriptive book Catherine wrote I realize that the plant the Protectors called the Memory Chamber is but the fruiting body of a massive fungus. Like any fungus, it recycles dead organic material into nutrients – in this case, filled memory globes. Since Yeesha has recently asked to see Serenia, I will share this explanation with her, as I did with her brothers when they were her age. Yet I cannot help thinking that my scientific understanding of Serenia pales in comparison to the Protectors' simple tale.
I had not fully realized how many years have passed since I visited this Age, so when I stepped out of the linking cave with Yeesha I was pleased to see only a little has changed. A new group of women have replaced the Protectors I knew, but they seem to be as friendly as the first.
Yeesha took an immediate liking to the one called Anya, and as we made plans to spend more time here in the future I felt confident our relationship with these women would be mutually beneficial.
After an absence of several weeks, we returned to Serenia last night. Catherine agreed to accompany us, so we will stay for a week or more.
This morning, I took advantage of Catherine's presence to re-explore alone. My route soon took me beyond Serenia's current memory chamber to the old abandoned flower which had served the village a century ago.
This man-made edifice surrounding the chamber looked much the same as I remembered, although the flower itself was in a far worse state of decay. I tried opening the door to explore inside but found it locked. Just as well. Thirty years ago the Protectors told me how the delicate inner heart of the chamber emits a strong fragrance as part of its reproduction cycle. The closer the chamber gets to maturation, the more toxic this gas becomes – forcing the Protectors to find a new flower for their use. No doubt the collected fumes inside the original chamber would have made it impossible for me to survive there very long.
Catherine says I should have seen it coming, but this morning Yeesha asked permission to go to the place the Protectors call Dream and see the memories of their dead. I tried to explain to her that a lot of the things she's seen in Serenia are not real, but she insists on finding out for herself. So what am I to do?
I supposed it will do no harm to let her try. From what Anya told me, it should take several months for Yeesha to prepare her mind to journey to Dream. And it certainly has been awhile since I have had enough free time to concentrate on the crystal viewer's attachment. Keeping my inquisitive daughter occupied may end up being beneficial for us all.
I cannot believe how quickly time has flown. Today we attend a ceremony on Serenia celebrating Yeesha's mastery of this customs. I must admit, although my doubts about the Dream realm remain, seeing my daughter's pride as she received the Protector's necklace made it all seem worthwhile.
It is too bad Melody is in Jelis helping Amery and Pence. I am sure she would have enjoyed the festivities. She spends so much time helping others, I am afraid she is neglecting herself. I will insist she visit Serenia soon. It's calming atmosphere may be just the thing for her.
Melody felt yet another stab of guilt. How could she have not seen how important that ceremony was to Yeesha? How could she have missed it? Never again, she swore to herself. Never again would she miss a part of Yeesha's life.
Yeesha said something strange during our writing lesson today. She thought it was sad that Catherine rarely writes anymore, and asked if we should explain that just because someone dies after visiting an Age it doesn't mean the Age's writer is responsible.
I knew immediately she was talking about my grandmother. Catherine and I have never fully described Anna's death – so how she knew this information is a mystery. When I asked, she said her necklace had "said something" while she was visiting Anna's grave in Myst with Catherine.
The answer was completely unsatisfactory, yet I must admit Yeesha has displayed an uncanny knowledge of things she never witnessed ever since receiving the Protector's gift. I would like to examine this necklace more closely. But at the moment, this situation with Sirrus and Achenar take precedence.
Perhaps after Melody leaves I will be able to study it.
Melody laid the book down. "It's interesting that Atrus has no trouble with the crystals in Spire or the rocks that blow bubbles in Serenia, but he cannot believe that a giant flower can show people's memories."
"Atrus is a man of science," Trace reminded her. "If he'd been able to study the necklace and run tests on it, I'm sure he would have come up with a logical explanation in time."
"This Dream place sounds interesting. Do you think it's another Age?"
"No," Trace disagreed. "From Anya and Yannin's words, and what Atrus has written here, I believe that Dream is merely a subconscious state where the mind goes when viewing the contents of a memory globe."
"Come again?"
"Think of it like a computer," Trace explained. "When you go to sleep inside the flower, your mind is 'downloaded' so to speak into the globe in order for you to view the memories. The coma-like state of the mind during this viewing is called Dream."
Melody nodded beginning to understand. "That fits, considering you have to be asleep." Melody touched the necklace and the book at the same time. "I'm surprised Atrus didn't make the connection between Yeesha's knowledge of things and the necklace. Catherine's journal mentioned Yeesha asking about fights Atrus and Catherine were having. Yeesha must have been seeing memories of those arguments. There's no telling how much that kid knows."
"How does she not know about her brothers?" Trace asked.
"Atrus wrote that Yeesha went to Anna's grave in Myst, but not to any of the Ages of Myst. If she had… I don't want to think about what she would have seen."
As they made their way toward the linking book to Haven, Melody thought about what she had read.
Catherine blamed herself for Anna's death? That was why she had stopped writing linking books? The memory of Anna's death had been so painful, Melody had never asked Atrus or Catherine to explain what happened to her. Now it appeared Anna had died in an Age that Catherine had written a linking book to.
Oh Catherine, Melody thought. Why didn't you tell me? You shouldn't have to carry such a burden alone.
Had she really gotten so caught up in helping others that she had failed to notice that Catherine, her closest friend and the mother she'd never had, had been suffering so much heartache and inner turmoil?
When all of this was finally over, Melody resolved that her and Catherine were going to have a long, long talk.
Before going to the linking book, they stopped off in Atrus and Catherine's bedroom to briefly read Atrus' journal on Haven. They didn't want any nasty surprises waiting for them.
"Never be discouraged by a mistake Atrus," my grandmother Anna always used to say. "Strive to learn from it instead, and you will achieve great things."
Today in Haven, I saw my grandmother's words come true. The broken ship merged into the causeway near Haven's coastline is exactly what I'd hoped it would be: a promise of intrigue and adventure so palatable, it made my own heart race with excitement to see it. I thought of how much fun the boys I'd met in Stoneship – Emmet, Branch and Will – would have had playing in it, and almost wished I could bring their children here to do so.
But Haven must remain off limits to all if it is to become the prison world I wrote it to be.
My sole foray to the Age has proved it to be capable of supporting human life, though of course none exists there at this time. Much of Haven's interior in comprised of a dense, tropical rainforest which is obviously teeming with beasts. I saw several as I explored, though they usually kept their distance.
"Okay," Melody said aloud. "I don't like the word 'usually'."
A few of the fruit-eaters did stare at me curiously as I made my way under their nests. No doubt, having never encountered a human being before, they did not think to fear me. They might even have summoned up the courage to become friends, had I stayed there any longer.
Alas I could not, for the weight of urgency was upon me. Having convinced myself of the need to protect my Myst library should some overly greedy explorer stumble onto it. I felt it necessary to link home very quickly. Taking only a few brief minutes to watch the sun set over Haven's freshwater lake. I swam out to the middle and linked away.
By now that linking book I used will have sunk underwater and been destroyed. Consequently, there remains but one task to finish before I can sleep. I must write two additional linking books tonight – one for Haven and one for Spire, my other prison Age – then place them on display in the library. I shall also have to warn Sirrus and Achenar to stay away from them.
But they didn't listen. At some point Atrus had decided to turn the linking books into trap books. The brothers had not listened to their father's warnings and had fallen into the trap Atrus had set for thieves, which ironically, his sons turned out to be.
There was a crystal code for Haven for the viewer, but to save time they decided against going back to the observatory to use it. Instead they rode the fireplace-elevator down to the linking chamber.
In keeping with their routine, Melody went first.
The first thing she heard was waves crashing against a shore line. She opened her eyes to see she was inside a linking chamber much like the one in Spire. And, just like in Spire, it was partially destroyed. So Sirrus had come here and freed his brother after all. Why? Had he hoped Achenar would team up with him like old times? Sirrus didn't seem the type to be a team player, so there had to be another explanation.
She saw a horn on the wall like the one in Spire, but she didn't bother to pull the switch on it. She knew Achenar wasn't here.
Trace linked in as Melody knelt to study some pieces of crystal that were mixed into the rubble on the floor of the chamber.
"Are they from Sirrus' crystal explosives?" he asked.
She nodded as she stood. "I'd like to know why Sirrus came here. It doesn't make sense."
The chamber also had a drop box, only this one had a pouch in it. The necklace glowed as Melody picked it up.
Yeesha, looking over her shoulder in fear. Her small body slipping through the bars of the chamber. Her tripping and falling, crying out as she ran away. "Achenar!"
"Yeesha!" Melody exclaimed.
"What is it? What happened?" Trace asked.
Melody described what she had seen. "I think I understand what happened now. Sirrus used his crystals to escape Spire and come to Tomahna. While I was laying at the bottom of the collapsed bridge, he made Yeesha open Atrus' study but she escaped from him, ran into the fireplace, where she lost her necklace, rode the elevator down and went to Haven. She must have hoped Achenar would help her. She was running to her older brother for help." Melody looked up at Trace in shock. "Trace… could we have been wrong about Achenar this whole time?"
Trace frowned thoughtfully. "We should reserve judgment until we see what his journal or journals say. I agree with your theory of how things happened, but I have a feeling we still don't know the whole story yet."
Outside the linking chamber, the shoreline of Haven greeted them. It was desolate looking, with tall jagged rocks, howling wind and pounding surf. The sky over the water was dark with a passing storm. A large derelict ship rose out of the sand. It reminded her of the ship in Stoneship, but this one was standing straight up like it had grown out of the sand. A small crab skittered by.
"Well what do you know," Melody asked. "There's actually life here," she looked up at Trace. "Is that good or bad?"
"I haven't decided," he answered honestly.
Not far from the crab, they found more rubble and another piece of crystal that looked like it had come from Sirrus. The necklace glowed as Melody touched it.
Achenar and Sirrus facing each other, hands up, each ready to attack. Sirrus darting forward, Achenar grabbing his wrists, wrestling him back.
"Well that answers the question of them working together," Melody said as the memory ended. "They fought. I can just see Sirrus playing dirty and using one of his crystals against Achenar," she glanced at the rubble. "Achenar must have been knocked out from the blast, like I was," she looked at Trace. "Come on, we have to find that journal quickly and get back to Serenia."
They found some stairs cut into the stone cliff that led upward. Following them, they came to a small corridor. The tunnel continued to the right while the left led out to the ship. On the wall in front of the stairs, a crude painting had been done of a Godzilla-like animal. It was drawn the same size as the ship.
Melody gulped. "How much would it be to hope Achenar was just being artistic and not realistic with his proportions?"
Trace only squeezed her hand in answer.
Melody let out a sound akin to a whimper as she reluctantly followed him toward the ship.
Sand stung their faces as they made their way toward the massive ship. Things which Melody chose to believe were birds flew over their heads. Off to the side of the sand bar, they found the massive skeleton of the creature from Achenar's drawing. Thankfully it wasn't the size of the ship but it was still huge, about the size of a T-rex. It had a large head with very large teeth that Melody didn't want to inspect further. Judging from the spears in its ribs and eye sockets, it was safe to assume it hadn't been killed by another animal.
"This both impresses and worries me," Trace said.
"Worries you?" Melody asked. "It flat out terrifies me. I hope to goodness he's on our side."
A large wooden totem had been carved and set in the sand near the skeleton. As she approached it, the necklace glowed.
Sounds of carving were heard over the surf. Achenar's voice.
"Intelligence… Premeditation… Stealth… and patience. Can't forget his patience."
"Achenar carved this," Melody told Trace. "He was listing different attributes," she looked back at the skeleton. "I think he made it for this thing."
"As a memorial to the monster he killed?"
"I know it sounds strange and very un-Achenar-like, but that's what it sounded and looks like," she looked at the skeleton and shivered. "I certainly hope there was only one of those things around here."
They moved on toward the ship. They realized they'd have to climb to reach an opening to get inside. Being heavier, Trace went first with Melody following his path exactly. If the hand and foot holds he used could hold him, they'd hold her.
Once he reached an opening, he grasped her wrists to pull her up the rest of the way.
Inside they found traps and spears on the wall. This looks familiar, Melody thought drily. Maybe Achenar hasn't changed that much. Old habits die hard was all she could guess.
Further on they found Achenar's collection of bones and animal skeletons.
"Yep," Melody said, nodding. "This is definitely Achenar's stuff."
On a shelf nearby was an animal that had been stuffed. It looked kind of like a bird, but unlike any bird she had ever seen. The necklace glowed as she passed it.
Achenar's voice. "Uh, uh, uh. You steal from me, you gotta pay the price, understand? Understand?! You understand me?!"
The dying scream of an animal made her wince.
"You understand now."
"Nothing important," she told Trace a little too quickly. "Moving on."
Underneath the stuffed animal, they found a piece of paper with many different animal tracks painted on it. Next to the tracks were drawings of what she assumed was what the animal who made the track ate.
A bird looking track had a fish drawn next to it. A small monkey paw had a fruit or maybe a nut, she couldn't tell. A three toed padded foot track that looked slightly like a camel had grass drawn beside it. A frog track had a bug drawn by it. The one that made her nervous was the clawed track drawn beside a picture of meat.
"Moving on again," she said briskly, heading further into the ship.
Inside another room she found a wind-chime made from bones, which didn't surprise her, and a table filled with various tools. Since they didn't look handmade, she assumed Achenar had brought them with him when he'd first come to Haven.
Trace picked up a trap, studying it. "It's a wonder there are any animals left in this Age."
"That's Achenar for you," Melody told him. "Trust me, this is mild compared to the other Ages he's been in. I'll have to take you to the Mechanical Age sometime to see Achenar's house of horrors."
"I believe I'll pass," Trace said, his voice sounding a little disgusted.
"One funny thing you'll notice," Melody said, pointing at the trap. "The teeth of that trap are made from the heads of forks."
Trace looked, then raised his eyebrows. "It's still disturbing, but ingenious at the same time. Perhaps Achenar isn't as dim-witted at people believe he is."
The necklace glowed near the tools.
"I'm the hunter, you're the hunted! Not the other way around you disappearing freak! You'll pay for this my friend. You and every one of your stinking kind!"
"Now this sounds like the Achenar I knew from Myst," Melody stated. "I wonder if any of these memories are recent."
"We'll find out," Trace said, no doubt in his voice.
Up a ladder led them to another part of the ship. Melody climbed up and was looking around when a dark shape darted through one of the large cracks in the ship. It was one of the flying animals, but it was definitely not a bird. It was the same size as Melody give or take a few inches. It had a long fanning tail, wings like a bat with hands at the ends like a pterodactyl, and a head that looked like Sid's from Ice Age. Melody screamed as it landed in front of her and spread its wings at her menacingly.
Trace was instantly in front of her. The animal cocked its head at Melody's scream, like it couldn't quite make out what she was. Then it lowered its wings and gripped the fish in its jaws with its hands and began to eat, completely ignoring the two humans.
"It's surprising that it doesn't seem afraid of us," Trace commented. "Given Achenar's collection back there."
"Well he's in our way so he needs to move," Melody said.
"How do you know it's a he?"
"Because he dealt with his confusion by stuffing his face."
"Ah," Trace said. "I see. If it had been female, it would have just continued squawking."
"You're not funny."
"Neither are you."
The weird bird-creature seemed to get tired of the humans talking, because it squawked in annoyance, took its fish in its mouth and flew away.
"Wow, even animals are tired of hearing us fight," Trace said.
"Where I'm from this is called 'busting chops', not fighting."
By this time they had found another room. This one had a hammock, more skeletons, including a candle based on the skull of a small animal, and a treasure chest full of…
"Ooh shiny things!" Melody said in joking excitement.
Trace couldn't help but smile as she dug into the chest. Gold coins, jeweled bracelets and silver goblets were pushed aside as she searched. She had nearly reached the bottom of the chest before she exclaimed. "Aha!"
"Found something that appeals to you?" Trace asked.
She surprised him yet again by holding up a book. "I just knew he would hide it."
"A book?" he asked, confused.
"A journal. Not the one he told me to find, but it's a start," she glanced up. "What did you think I was looking for?"
He glanced at the treasure scattered across the floor, then shook his head. "You continue to surprise me. I wonder if I will ever be able to guess what you're thinking."
Melody shrugged. "I'm ridiculously easy to read. You just try too hard."
He placed a hand on her shoulder. "No Melody. You are not easy to read at all."
They looked at each other for a moment. Then their heads both turned to the journal at the same time.
Father warned me about coming here. He said Haven was an Age of great wealth, but visiting it would be dangerous without him. I thought he was lying, that he would say anything to keep Sirrus and I under his control. I didn't listen.
Escape was close. So close. If only that girl had listened. Did she listen to Sirrus? If she did, she's dead. What was her name? What was her name?
It's not important.
The rain has barely let up since I arrived. It gets almost too quiet when it does, except for the distant screams of animals. Wonder what exists beyond those cliffs? Too wet to find out tonight, but there should be plenty of time for treasure hunting tomorrow. Judging by the chests in this wreck, I will not be disappointed. But won't Sirrus be enraged when he sees I got all the emeralds first.
Melody paused in her reading. "I'm confused," she told Trace. "It's like he didn't know he was trapped."
"This must have been when he first arrived. Maybe he, like Sirrus, believed there was a linking book hidden somewhere."
Melody agreed. "It's interesting to me that he knew he was trapped and yet still took time to search for treasure. And that remark about Sirrus makes me think Achenar thought I released Sirrus and that Sirrus would free him."
Trace snorted. "He must have had a rude awakening."
They read on.
Been slashing through the jungle all week and have yet to run into any people. What did you do Father? Get them to turn this island into some kind of wild animal sanctuary? It would be just like you to convince the stupid idiots to do that.
Have to hand it to you though. The head on some of these beasts will look really good on my wall.
Okay, Melody thought, no respect for father – check.
Got my first taste of primate today. I was cutting a path through the jungle when one of the stupid buggers clonked me from behind with a piece of fruit! Scared the heck out of me. I whipped around, ready to slice-n-dice, but it let out this ear-piercing shriek. Must have been a signal to its buddies cause they all took off into their nests. Too bad Mister Shrieker wasn't fast enough.
There were several sketches of animals. Unlike the wall painting, these looked to be expertly done. Achenar had talent after all. All three sketches were of animals they hadn't seen yet.
There was some kind of monkey with very large ears with the word 'mangree' written beside it. Another animal had the body of a lion, but no mane, a short tail and a head that looked kind of like a crocodile. The word 'camodile' was written beside it. The third was labeled 'zephtyr' had the feet of a camel, the legs of an ostrich, the stocky body of a kangaroo, short arms, a head that resembled a horse and a large fin going back from the back of its head and neck.
What had Atrus been on when he'd written the linking book to this Age?
Surprised my greedy brother hasn't shown up yet. Is he leaving me here for skipping out on him in Serenia, after we called that little truce. He's insane if he thinks his plan there will work. We should just kill father and be done with it.
Maybe I can find the linking book father used and link back to Myst. Maybe I can convince Sirrus to let the old man free here in Haven. After all these weeks of practice, my hunting skills have really improved.
Melody raised an eyebrow. "Okay, Achenar is not inspiring much confidence here."
"Remember, this journal is old." Trace pointed out. "He hasn't even figured out there's no linking book yet. I want to know what he meant by Sirrus' plan in Serenia."
The next few entries were scattered and not dated.
Got to be here. Where's the blasted linking book?!
Got to pull myself together. Got to come up with a plan. That's what Sirrus would do.
Where the heck is Sirrus?!
Doesn't matter. Need a base. Someplace to hole up in. The ship… it'll do for now. Til I build something better. Got to be easy to get to, but protected. Got to protect myself.
Good. That's good.
I'M GONNA KILL YOU FOR THIS OLD MAN!
"Something tells me he wasn't thrilled about not finding a linking book," Melody said. "He must have thought that after the trap book burned he was sent to a place with a hidden linking book, but just didn't bother to look for it until Sirrus failed to show up. He's certainly relying on Sirrus a lot, considering how badly they slammed each other to me in Myst."
The next entry seemed calmer, yet all the more scary because of it.
I slashed the beast. Blood was spurting everywhere.
Need a better spear.
A drawing of the winged creature they'd run into covered the next page with the word 'karnak' underneath it.
Very successful day today. Mostly karnaks. Figuring out how to use their fishing habits against them was sheer genius.
A few more pages had more scattered entries.
Can't escape.
Wrongful imprisonment.
Where is Sirrus?!
The next thing she read caused chills to run down Melody's spine.
Past few days… too much blood… don't remember killing so many… is something else here…?
The next page was written normally, as though nothing was wrong. The constant change in writing style was a little confusing and Melody had to concentrate to figure out what Achenar was talking about half the time.
I figured it out. My wicked brother is trapped too! While I was building the machines, he must have linked to Spire in search of plunder. Father's other dangerous Age.
Miserable camodile nearly ripped my leg off. Just wait until my hunting post is finished.
Saw some more tracks. Found fifth kill sight. Looked fresh, only bigger. It must have smelled me coming and took off. What is this thing?!
A few pages were blank, then she found some scrawled handwriting that was hard to read.
My god! The size! Impossible! Hands still shaking. Didn't expect attack. Didn't realize. Magnificent!
He must have been talking about the large animal whose skeleton they had found. Magnificent wouldn't have been the word Melody would have used to describe it.
I still see him rearing out of the sea. Water spilling down gills. Such malice… such death in his eyes! Sun sinking behind. Reflections so bright, nearly blinded.
Must've planned it that way. Must've known!
But I'm alive. Still alive! And I will defeat you! As death is my witness, I shall decorate my kingdom with your bones!
The journal ended there, a few drops of blood dotting the page.
"He was more occupied with hunting and killing animals than trying to escape," Melody said, placing the book back in the chest.
"The brothers are similar in that they both have an obsession with control," Trace noted. "Sirrus wants to control people by ruling over them like a dictator. Achenar likes the control that comes from killing.
Melody shuddered. "I certainly hope he's changed."
So what do you think? Has Achenar changed? Keep in mind, I add my own twists to things. I can already assure you that I have decided to change the ending. It will not be the same as the game.
As always reviews are greatly appreciated.