Jirvania: Book 2 in the Julu series

By Jan Anderegg

Jack thought he was an ordinary boy, until he found a dragon egg, and befriended the beautiful dragon, Julu, who introduced him to his true home, the magical world of Jirvania, birthplace of all imagination.

As future Guardian of The Great Library, Jack must change the story to save Jirvania from the evil creatures intent on destroying imagination, but how?

With his friends, he sets out to find the answer but each action he takes causes a ripple effect and time is running out.

Soon the black hole of emptiness will swallow both our worlds. No pressure Jack, but you’re our only hope!

Jirvania, Book 2 in the Julu series, is perfect for readers of all ages who love to pick up a book and escape to a different world.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gatekeeper Press
• Release date: May 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9781662908057

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1

Grandma Lulu

Jirvania 2988

The World Beyond 1971

Time Alert ~ Long Past

The world is round so that friendship may encircle it.

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881—1955)

BEE STARED AT Mia. What did you say?

Jack turned to Mia, and his eyes widened. How are you going to explain that? he whispered.

Mia smiled and shrugged. Julu said to tell the truth, she murmured, just as Oliver’s squeal drowned her out.

Grandma Lulu! Grandma Lulu!

Mia gave Jack an innocent smile as he turned to see an elderly woman walking toward them. The woman’s face lit up when Oliver flung himself into her arms.

Hello, darling. Forgive me for being a little late. The woman glanced at Jack and winked, a tiny smile wrinkling the corners of her eyes.

Hi, Grandma Lulu. Jack stared at the sparkling fire behind the woman’s vivid blue eyes. He smiled as he looked at the Dog Star, Lulana, disguised as an elderly woman.

Mia turned to Bee and Rayne. It was so nice of you to wait with us. Thank you.

Bee smiled. Of course. It was no trouble at all. I hope you can still come to the celebrations. You’re all welcome.

Lulana’s brow furrowed. I’m afraid that won’t be possible. The children and I must leave Jirvania tonight. One of my sisters in The World Beyond is unwell. She sighed. I’m sorry, children. I know you were looking forward to this visit.

Bee’s eyes lit up. They could come home with us. I know my parents wouldn’t mind. They are welcome to stay as long as needed. We have many rooms in our house.

Lulana curtsied to the princess. Princess Rebekah, you are most kind. She turned to Jack and Mia and winked. What do you think?

Mia and Jack exchanged surprised glances.

Uh, sure, Jack said. He ran a hand through his hair as Oliver clung to Lulana’s hand.

I want to go with Grandma Lulu, Oliver said. He looked up at her, eyes filled with wonder.

Mia sucked in a sharp breath. But, Oliver...

I’m not sure- Jack began.

Of course you can, sweetheart, Lulana said. She smiled at Jack and Mia. Don’t you worry, Mia. Your little brother, Oliver, will be just fine. She smiled down at the boy. Would you like to ride on a sea-dragon or a Pegasus?

Dragon, Oliver exclaimed.

He’s all boy, isn’t he? Rayne said.

He is, Lulana agreed. She pursed her lips and turned to Bee. Let me give you some coins to help pay for-

Bee held up both hands. Unnecessary. We’re delighted to have Jack and Mia as our guests. She brushed a wisp of hair from her eyes. For as long as necessary.

Lulana inclined her head. Well, I’m very grateful to you and your parents. She turned to face Jack and Mia. This could mean an extended stay for you two, here in Jirvania.

Mia’s smile widened. I’m okay with that.

Me too, Jack said.

Bee and Rayne exchanged a high-five and a fist bump.

This is uber outstanding, Rayne said. Come on, let’s go. I can’t wait for you to see Bee’s place. She rolled her eyes. What a dump. She laughed and feigned shock as Bee punched her lightly in the arm.

Bee looked at Lulana. Do you need anything? Can we call for a ride for you?

Lulana smiled and shook her head. Oliver and I will be just fine. I’ve arranged for a dragon ride, which is just as well, considering Oliver’s request.

Jack’s eyes lit up. Julu? he mouthed. He cast a furtive glance at Lulana.

She gave him the slightest nod, and he noticed tiny lights sparkling in her hair. Well, you children have a good time, enjoy the celebrations tonight and I’ll see you soon. She stepped forward and hugged each one of them. If anything happens and you need me, just use your bracelet, Mia, she said, kissing her forehead. She smiled at Jack. Jack, I’m leaving you in excellent hands. You shouldn’t have any troubles here.

Jack nodded and swallowed past the lump in his throat. He knew Lulana was referring to the Spore army still searching the worlds through time itself, which sent an icy chill trickling down his back.

Oliver, though, clutching Lulana’s hand, beamed up at them. I’m going on a dragon ride.

Mia forced a smile as she kneeled down and embraced Oliver. Be good for Grandma Lulu and never forget how much we love you.

Jack noticed her eyes were moist and his own throat tightened. He’d never had a little brother, but they’d both bonded with Oliver over the past week.

Bee chuckled. Gracious. It’s not like you’re saying goodbye forever.

Mia stood and forced a smile. Yeah, I know. She sucked in a deep breath. Bye, Oliver.

Bye Mia, bye Jack, Oliver said. He slipped his hand into Lulana’s and waved as they walked away across the meadow.

I have a little brother, too. I understand the whole protective big sister thing. Rayne gave Mia a sympathetic smile.

Mia sighed. He’s not my biological brother. We, uh, our family rescued him from a horrible situation in The World Beyond.

Ah, I see, Rayne said. No wonder you’re worried about him. She held one hand up to shade her eyes. He likes your grandma, doesn’t he?

He does. Mia wiped her eyes and stared down at her feet.

Shall we head to my place? Bee asked.

Jack and Mia nodded, and the four of them started walking in the opposite direction from the one Lulana and Oliver had taken. Bee and Rayne took the lead and were soon chatting about the upcoming celebrations tonight.

Mia fell into stride next to Jack, and said, I have the strangest feeling we won’t see him again.

Jack pursed his lips. Me too. I hope I’m wrong. He looked over his shoulder one last time and sucked in a sharp breath as he stared at the empty pathway through the meadow. Oliver and Lulana had vanished.

2

Time Twist

Jirvania 2988

The World Beyond 1971

Time Alert ~ Long Past

There are no strangers here; Only friends you haven’t yet met.

William Butler Yeats (1865-1939)

SIGHING, J ACK TOED the dirt. He’d been hoping to see Julu. Her reassuring presence would have helped dispel some of his lingering apprehension.

At first, he’d wondered if their arrival in this year had been a mistake, caused by Kor disrupting the time waves again. Lulana’s appearance had quelled that fear, at least.

He hurried to catch the girls and reached a flowering plant covered in delicate violet flowers. The bush gave off a heavenly scent as a mist lingered around its branches. The leaf color reminded him of Julu, and a faint whisper brushed against his mind.

Your friends will find you.

His eyes widened, and he watched the bush, waiting for it to morph into the opal dragon. When it didn’t, he took a deep breath and strode forward.

Bee and Mia stood a little off the trail, observing a Monarch butterfly hatch from its chrysalis. Hundreds of chrysalides hung from milkweed plants in the meadow. Mia shot him a beaming smile and waved.

Jack smiled and waved back, but his gut knotted. What if Mia left him too?

They’d lost their friend, Zero, at the Dorking Caves in England. The witch, Black Annis, had snatched him. Queen Isabella had vanished somewhere between their old world, The World Beyond, and their arrival here in Jirvania. And now Lulana had taken Oliver. He shuddered and stared up at the bright cerulean sky. Please don’t take her, too, he whispered. Please.

Queen Isabella’s words drifted into his mind. She’d told him he was to be the one who saved them. Everyone. Not just his small group of friends, but the entire land of Jirvania. The question he couldn’t wrap his head around was how?

He gazed down at the path, watching glowing specks of dirt change color beneath his feet. Everything seemed to be alive here, and the vivid colors were beyond description. It was like putting on a set of glasses and being immersed in a 4D movie with incredible clarity and sharpness. The world they’d come from seemed dull compared to the magnificent Jirvania.

Did Julu truly believe he could save this glorious world? He was a bookworm, a straight-A student who loved to learn, not a soldier or warrior, and how do you fight an enemy you don’t understand? A gentle voice interrupted his thoughts.

Something wrong? Rayne asked.

Nah, I’m fine, Jack gave what he hoped was a convincing smile.

There’s something you’re not telling us, isn’t there? Rayne held up her hands in a placating gesture. Listen, you don’t have to spill all your secrets, but sometimes it helps to share your worries with a friend. She raised an eyebrow and tilted her head, waiting for his response.

Jack’s mind raced. If he confided in her, he would have someone who understood what they were facing. Or was it a test? How could he explain? He opened his mouth, but no words formed.

The corners of Rayne’s mouth twitched. Okay, so tell me this. Do you have relatives here in Jirvania? Like a grandfather, or great-grandfather perhaps?

Jack stared at her, his expression blank with confusion. I don’t know, I guess maybe?

At that moment Mia skipped to them.

Bee followed, holding a cupped hand over her forearm.

One of the Monarch butterflies hatched, Mia said. Their chrysalides remind me of little royal babies all wrapped up in green with those gorgeous gold dots, and the way they transform, it’s like wow.

Yeah, it’s cool all right, Jack said, thankful for the distraction. The gold dots are the oxygen portals that keep them alive while they’re transforming.

For real? Bee said. I’ve often wondered if they served a purpose or whether it was simply part of the magic. She smiled and lifted her hand to reveal a damp Monarch butterfly clinging with spindly legs to her wrist.

Some scientists in our world would agree with you, Jack said. The entire process is magical.

Bee lifted her arm as the butterfly extended its fluttering wings, wobbling a little as it did so. Go on, little one, she whispered. Go find your new home.

The butterfly launched itself into the air and flew upward, higher and higher until it, too, vanished from sight.

Where did it go? Jack said.

To your world. Bee said. They love living there. When they’re ready to lay their eggs, some return. We provide a safe place for caterpillars to grow up without being at risk from predators, like assassin bugs and spiders.

Aren’t there spiders in Jirvania? Mia asked.

Oh, yes, but they are relatives of that famous spider, Charlotte. None of them eat butterflies, only flies.

Doesn’t a butterfly need a few hours to dry its wings before it flies after hatching? Jack asked, peering up at the cloudless sky.

Magic, Bee said with a wink.

They walked on in comfortable silence for some time, before Rayne pointed. Hey guys, there it is. Bee’s house. She grinned at her friend, who rolled her eyes.

Where? Jack and Mia chorused, scanning the horizon.

They were standing at the edge of a steep drop-off. A narrow switch-back path wound its way down the rocky hillside through bright red-orange shrubs with black, white and yellow striped leaves. The shrubs appeared to only grow on the steeper part of the hill and gave way to abundant vegetation in multiple colors where the land flattened out once more.

Bee pointed. You can see the castle spires through the trees of the Rainbow Forest.

I see them! Jack exclaimed. They’re gorgeous. Even though he’d imagined what the castle might look like, the sight of the glistening spires adorning the peaks astounded him. Are they made of crystal?

Good guess, Bee said. Most people believe they are, but they’re glass. An extraordinary glass called Fresnel glass after the man who created it, Augustin-Jean Fresnel. He came from a country called France in your world where he was a physicist. Wait until you’re up close. It’s amazing the way they reflect the light. I never tire of looking at them. The lighthouse down by our coastline has Fresnel lenses.

Jack’s eyes lit up. I’ve heard of him, but how did you end up with his glass here?

Mr. Fresnel was an avid reader, and he came through a portal one day to visit Jirvania. Karel asked him about his most recent invention, and Mr. Fresnel shared the secret process. Ships can see the lighthouse twenty miles out to sea. Mr. Fresnel never shared his secret formula with anyone else in The World Beyond, so we are fortunate.

Rad, Mia said.

Guess they like the look of your place, Bee, Rayne quipped.

Bee smiled. I guess so. She pointed up into the sky. Look, Rio is coming. He’ll give us a ride home. After we check in with my parents, we can fly over to the library and find Karel.

We’re not walking the rest of the way? Mia asked, staring out over the brightly colored shrubs below them.

Oh, no, not through there, Rayne said. Those are Aposematism plants.

Apo what plants? Mia asked.

Aposematism is the name they give to the warning color patterns in nature. Jack said. Red, orange, yellow, black and white. He frowned. But why are they here in Jirvania? I didn’t think there were any dangerous creatures or plants here. Not yet anyway, he thought, recalling the wicked Spore monsters who’d attacked his mother and Mia’s mom too. Would they hurt us? Is that why we can’t walk through them?

Bee shook her head. No, they wouldn’t harm us at all. We might harm them. They’re delicate. You wouldn’t think they’d be that way, but they are. They grow the dye pearls for all the venomous animals and insects in your world.

They provide the venom? Jack’s brow furrowed. To kill things?

Dye as in pigment. Yellow cardinals carry the color pearls back to Faerie, where they grind them up into powder. Faeries travel through The World Beyond, sprinkling the powder on all the unborn animals and insects that need that coloring to warn predators away.

They’re not just born like that? Mia asked.

Nope.

The more I learn about the actual world, the more I realize just how little I know. Jack gave a wry smile.

No kidding. Mia brushed her bangs out of her eyes.

A bright yellow bird appeared out of nowhere. Darting from plant to plant, it plucked seeds until its bill was overflowing with a multi-colored ball.

What a pretty bird, Mia said. How does it keep so many seeds together like that?

The seeds cling together, kind of like natural magnets. Bee said.

I’ve never seen a yellow cardinal before, Jack said.

Rayne smiled. They’re rare in both our worlds.

A green dragon approached the group. Wings extended, he floated down to land. His sparkling hide reminded Jack of the emeralds they’d heard about in the Julu’s stories.

Hey, Rio. Thanks for coming to pick us up. Bee ran over to the dragon and threw her arms around his neck. The dragon keened, tilted his head and kissed her cheek.

Hey, that tickles. Bee laughed as she pushed the dragon’s head aside. Keep that forked tongue to yourself.

The dragon sucked his lips together and puffed out his cheeks until he looked as if he’d just eaten a sour lemon.

Bee burst into a fit of laughter. You’re one of a kind, Rio.

They were close enough now that Jack could see the dragon’s amber eyes gazing at Bee in obvious adoration.

Is Rio a sea-dragon? Jack asked.

Bee nodded. He is. They’re the only dragons who are emerald green like that. The males are green. The blue sea dragons are the females. You should see the babies. They are way adorable. They’re all born a mottled blue-green, with white splashes over their shoulders, so for the first couple of years, it’s impossible to tell if they’re girls or boys. It’s made for some interesting name choices.

Jack laughed. I can imagine.

Rio lowered his body to the ground. Bee and Mia climbed up onto the soft green hide, sitting between the triangular plates that ran down his back.

Jack wondered if the sea dragon would communicate the way Julu did, but although the dragon’s eyes gave off an aura of intelligence, no conversations were forthcoming.

Rio arched his neck around to look at Bee, tilting his head to one side.

We need a ride to my home. Bee patted the dragon’s smooth neck. Thanks, Rio. She waved to Jack and Rayne. Come on, slow-pokes. We’ll be late for the celebration!

Rayne winked at Jack as he climbed on behind her. Then she twisted around and cupped her hands to his ear. That’s right, and you don’t want to keep your Great-Grandfather waiting now, do you, Prince Jack?

Jack’s eyes widened and his mouth fell open, just as the majestic dragon sprang into the air. He had to cling to the dragon’s bony plate to keep his balance, and his mind reeled like a spinning top as he contemplated her words.

Rayne knew. He didn’t know how, but she’d figured it out. She knew who he was and whose family he belonged to. Now what? Should he deny it? Admit it? Mia had advocated telling the truth earlier, but Lulana’s appearance had saved them from long explanations. He chewed on his lower lip as the dragon soared over the story fields toward the majestic castle.

Rayne turned around and nudged him. Don’t worry. You can do it, Jack.

Do what?

Save Jirvania, of course.

Jack peered around Rayne to glance at Bee and Mia. They didn’t appear to have heard. Bee was pointing out toward a beautiful lake and saying something to Mia. He returned his gaze to Rayne. How do you know who I am and why I’m here?

Rayne shook her head. Julu said your friends would find you, remember? You’re not in this alone, Jack. She turned, holding on to Rio’s spine, so she was facing Jack. Let’s just say I have connections. She reached out and touched a lock of his hair. And there’s this.

My hair? What about it? Heat crept into Jack’s cheeks and they burned. If Rayne started teasing him about his curly hair, he wasn’t sure he could handle it. What he wouldn’t give to have his dad’s straight blond hair, or even his mom’s hair color.

The fact he didn’t look like either of them still bothered him. Greg’s cruel taunts at school in the gym, back in Mystic, Connecticut, had even tricked him into believing they’d adopted him.

Rayne hesitated, studying his expression. You’re embarrassed about your hair? Why? I like it. It reminds me of, well, let’s just say you sure have a surprise in store.

Please explain what you mean. Jack’s stomach lurched as Rio banked and began his descent.

Rayne winked. I think it’s better if you discover this for yourself.

Are you serious?

Yep.

Frustrated, Jack gazed out over the sprawling green lawns as the dragon circled one last time before landing with graceful elegance on the grass.

A tall, handsome man with black, curly hair stood waving at them. A thin crown of gold encircled his head.

Rayne nudged Jack and grinned. It’s family reunion time.

As Rio alighted on the lawn, Rayne clapped her hands. Oh, look, King Noah’s here! she exclaimed, as if she’d only just noticed. Bee, your dad’s here.

I see that. Outstanding luck. My papa is one-of-a-kind, Bee said as she waved at the man striding toward them, a broad smile on his kind face.

A deep sense of belonging spread over Jack like a warm blanket.

Rayne leaned over and whispered in his ear. I just realized you have his eyes, too. No doubt about whose great-grandson you are now, is there?

Warmth exploded in Jack’s heart, igniting the smile that spread across his face. Not the slightest, he said, watching King Noah approach. Not the slightest.

3

Stolen

Jirvania 2988

The World Beyond 1971

Time Alert ~ Long Past

Until he extends his circle of compassion to include all living things, man will not himself find peace.

Albert Schweitzer (1875-1965)

D O YOU LIKE our fireworks? Rayne asked.

Above them, they watched colors kaleidoscope across the night sky, exploding in brilliant synchronization.

Phenomenal, Jack said. He shielded his eyes with one hand. The words Imagination is Forever lit the sky in giant sparkling letters.

A collective gasp rose from the people, dwarves, faeries, and others gathered there. The air erupted with cheers and thunderous applause as the show finished.

Bountiful tables laden with delicious food and drink lined the courtyard. It reminded Jack of their time in the meadow above Dorking, England, when Julu had prepared a similar table for them.

His heart twisted with pain as he thought of Zero. He wondered for the umpteenth time if his brave and noble friend was still alive. Zero had saved his life, tricking the witch, Black Annis, into thinking he was Jack instead. He has to be alive, Jack thought. He just has to be.

A group of red-haired dwarves ambled over to the first table, followed by three brown bears of varying sizes. A girl with blonde ringlets tied up in pigtails with bright red ribbons walked with them. She held the hand of the middle-sized bear and was chattering away, gesturing with her free hand for emphasis.

Aww, Goldilocks sure loves Mama bear, Rayne said, with a warm smile.

Behind the bears strode a woman with silver hair. She glanced at Rayne and waved. Hello, Rayne. It’s good to see you here.

Nice to see you too, Flora, Rayne called out. She turned to Jack. "Flora Annie Steel. What an amazing woman. Did you know she’s the one who gave Goldilocks her name? She lived in India for years and she’s a wonderful author. Have you read any of her books? I just finished Tales of the Punjab. It was fascinating."

I haven’t, but I’d like to, Jack said.

The woman reached up to straighten the largest bear’s bowtie while they waited in line at the table. The bear bowed and handed her a plate before they joined the others.

So, in that case, let’s go through a door at the library and visit her in India sometime soon, Rayne said.

Great idea, Jack said, feeling the urge to pinch himself and make sure he wasn’t dreaming.

Firebirds stood around the edges of the enormous courtyard, their beautiful tails illuminating the night air with a soft, warm glow. Overhead, diamond fireflies flitted back and forth, grouping to form shapes every few seconds.

A group of the fireflies formed a flashing arrow that pointed at several bowls of pickled herring resting on a log table.

Two plump beaver pups squealed with delight, slapped their tails on the ground, and set off in a mad race to be the first one to reach the fish.

Even though several bowls sat alongside each other, the beavers soon had a tug-of-war over the same bowl of herring.

Kids. They’re the same no matter what species you’re dealing with. Rayne rolled her eyes.

Bet they’re siblings.

Rayne laughed. What was your first clue? She nodded toward another nearby table. Shall we? Those French pastries are making my mouth water.

Sure. Jack looked around, and his brow creased. Did Mia and Bee go somewhere?

To talk to King Noah, about going whale watching tomorrow out on the Pearl Sea. Bee’s father is an avid sailor. He loves taking groups out to see the gray whales.

Gray whales? Scientists believed they were extinct in our world until a few years ago.

They’ve been hiding out in our oceans while they build up their numbers.

Cool. Jack smiled as he picked up a plate. This is unbelievable, he said. And seeing the official opening ceremony on that marble wall was just like watching it on an enormous flat-screen.

Flat-screen?

Uh, well, it’s a television. And, uh, a television is something you put in your house, and you can watch moving images on it... Jack paused, uncertain how to explain.

Rayne’s eyes twinkled. I hate to break it to you, when you’re making such a valiant effort, but we own televisions. I was referring to the flat-screen part.

Jack groaned and slapped his forehead. Duh. Sorry. A flat-screen is an ultra-thin TV. I’m not sure how else to explain it.

That works. Rayne flashed him a cheeky smile. She sighed. All joking aside, I thought I’d lose it when Roy Disney asked someone to find Mickey Mouse to come stand next to him.

I know, right? I love going to Walt Disney World. It reminds me of Jirvania.

I get that, Rayne said, meeting Jack’s eyes with a genuine smile.

Once they’d filled their plates, Rayne led him to a small wooden bench beneath a beautiful tree. Tulips of every color in the rainbow sprouted in the flower beds on either side. Jack thought of his mother, Karyn, and how she loved tulips.

Almost as much as she loved dandelions, she’d once told him, when he’d brought her a crown to wear made by threading the stems of the yellow blooms together. She’d been planting tulips in her garden.

He’d never forget the way her face lit up each time she accepted his gift of her favorite flowers. He’d been nine years old before he realized dandelions were weeds, but when he’d questioned his mother, she’d only smiled and said they would always be her favorite.

Loud screeching interrupted Jack’s musings, and he looked up to see a colorful parrot hanging upside down from a branch and eyeballing them. His red, blue, green, and gold feathers glistened in the glow from the firebirds.

Rayne looked up and shook one finger at the bird. Ruberious, aren’t you supposed to be on egg duty while your wife is visiting the grandbabies?

The parrot swung himself upright, hopped to the next branch and slipped into a hole in the tree trunk. He poked his head back out and stared down at Rayne.

Rayne laughed. No, I won’t tell her. Your secret is safe with me. Unless they don’t hatch. If that happens, you’re a plucked bird.

The incensed parrot gave an ear-piercing screech before disappearing once more into the hollowed-out cavity holding the four eggs his mate had left in his care.

Chill, Rayne called out. You weren’t off the eggs long. They’ll be just fine. Rayne grinned at Jack.

His wife is visiting their grandchildren? Jack asked.

She goes twice a year. Ruberious and Ruth have been nesting here for one hundred years. Even though it’s only the two of them, they’re single-clawedly repopulating the rainforests in your world.

Single what? Jack said, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Rayne held out one hand, arching it into the shape of a clawed foot. Well, they don’t have hands, Jack. She winked.

Jack laughed. He took a bite of pie and savored the taste. Mmm. This apple pie tastes even better than it smells.

That’s because to honor Mr. Disney’s movie featuring one of their kind, the Fae offered to cater tonight’s event.

Fae food? Is it safe?

Rayne nodded. You bet. You’re in Jirvania. The most magical place of all. Nothing can hurt you here.

A chill trickled down Jack’s spine. He hoped that remained true. He took a long drink of the liquid in his mug. Is this Saft? Julu told us about that when- He broke off mid-sentence. He hadn’t meant to mention Julu’s name.

That is Saft, and stop looking so worried, Rayne said. Your secret’s safe with me.

I bet that’s what you tell all the guys, Jack quipped, trying to effect a nonchalance he didn’t feel.

Only the ones I think are cool.

That’s a relief. Jack took another long drink to hide the pink tinge creeping up his cheeks and focused on polishing off his pie. When did you figure it out? Who we were, I mean?

Rayne shrugged. "So like I said before, you’re almost a clone of King Noah. I’m surprised Bee didn’t notice that. Then when she tried to figure out what year it was for you guys, you looked so confused. Add Mia saying, ‘Hi, Grandma,’ two seconds before your Grandma Lula appeared, and it didn’t take a degree in rocket science."

Jack leaned back against the bench and stretched out his legs. Makes sense, but give yourself some credit. Not everyone would have figured that out. So, what did you mean when you said I’m the one? The one what?

Rayne gave a slight shake of her head and held a finger to her lips as a commotion broke out on one side of the courtyard.

Jack stared open-mouthed as a small bluish-gray bird with a snowy white chest waddled toward them.

Is that a penguin?

It is.

As the penguin moved past a group of newly hatched baby griffins, he bumped into one, causing the tiny creature to take flight.

Forgive me, please, the penguin said, looking up at the hovering baby griffin. I must speak to the humans without delay, he squeaked, using one flipper to point at Jack and Rayne. It’s regarding— His voice became muffled as he leaned in close to the griffin’s ear.

He has an Australian accent, Jack said. He couldn’t hear what the penguin was saying to the griffin, but his words must have appeased her. She lowered her head and rubbed her beak against his.

I’m honored, Madam, the penguin gasped. He bowed. Please forgive me for rushing off, he said, before turning to hurry in their direction once more.

By the time he reached Jack and Rayne, he was puffing hard. He leaned against Rayne’s leg while he caught his breath.

When he could speak, he tilted his head, looked up at Jack and said, It’s an honor to meet you. My name is Philippe, and I must have a private word with you both. He glanced around the courtyard.

Come on, Philippe, Jack. I know where we can go to talk. Rayne pointed to the left of the central courtyard. She stood up, stretched and yawned as if she were in no hurry. Then she strolled away from the tables, passing between two firebirds before turning down a small path leading to a glowing garden.

Beautiful luminescent plants grew in abundance, their sweet fragrance perfuming the night air. Jack opened his mouth to speak when he looked up to see several rock formations suspended above them, then shut it again. He recognized them from his most recent trip to Walt Disney World.

That movie would not hit theaters for decades. It appeared something connected Jirvania with that far-away planet. He recalled his science teacher’s theories on the space-time continuum. Had he been right?

Waddling between them, the penguin kept glancing up at Jack as they moved to the farthest corner of the glowing garden.

Where does he come from? Jack asked, studying the small bird.

From a small island off the Victorian coast of Australia, Rayne explained. His breed is Eudyptula minor, but most people refer to them as ‘Little’ penguins.

Wow, he’s a long way from home, Jack said. What possessed him to travel to Jirvania?

I’m sure he’ll tell us. Okay, Philippe. Nobody will overhear us now, Rayne said. Tell us what’s wrong.

It’s Kai and Nai’a, Philippe blurted out, twisting his flippers in front of him. He looked at Jack. They’re dolphins, but not just ordinary dolphins, you see. They’re magical, quite magical, and if you’d only met them, you’d understand what I’m talking about.

Jack knows who they are, don’t you, Jack? Rayne patted the penguin’s head. Calm down, little friend of mine, calm down.

Jack nodded, wondering how Rayne knew that he knew. Yes, I do.

Philippe gave an exaggerated sigh. Yes, yes, I’m calm, dear Rayne, but this is of the utmost importance.

What’s wrong with Kai and Nai’a?

Oh, but it’s not them. It’s their chick, I mean their calf, Gemma. She’s only a few weeks old. Poachers were in a boat near Port Phillip Bay. They caught Gemma, the dear little poppet she is. You must come at once. Kai sent me to find you. He looked at Jack and pointed his flipper at Jack’s chest. He said you’re the only one who can save her.

Me? The word died on Jack’s lips, as the tiny penguin looked up at him, huge, salty tears rolling down his cheeks.

Yes, you, Prince Jack. You’re our only hope.

4

Saving Gemma

Jirvania 2988

The World Beyond 1971

Time Alert ~ Long Past

The only way to make sense out of change is to plunge into it, move with it, and join the dance.

Alan Watts (1915-1973)

JACK STARED AT the penguin. Doesn’t Australia have laws against poaching? I know they do, come to think of it.

Tears rolled down Philippe’s beak and splashed onto his webbed feet. His tiny chest expanded and contracted as he struggled to maintain his composure. Of course we do, but poachers don’t care about laws, he said with a wheeze.

Rayne dropped to her knees and took one of Philippe’s flippers between her hands. Where are they? How much time do we have?

Philippe’s beak looked blue in the glow from the plants. The poachers netted her just off the coast of Phillip Bay. Her mother, Nai’a, is following the boat. Kai came to raise the alarm.

By the time we locate Karel, it may be too late. He mentioned going into a story tonight with Bellona and attending a dance. I don’t know what to do. Rayne’s lips pressed into a tight line.

Jack ran his fingers through his hair. Kai is the one who saved Mia’s father, Beau. I have to help them if I can. He glanced around. If we don’t have time to wait for Karel, best we get moving.

Rayne met Jack’s gaze and gave a slight nod. You’re right. This way. She scooped the tiny penguin into her arms and sprinted toward the library.

Jack ran after them, slowing just a little as he stepped through the open doors into the atrium. His eyes grew wide. Phenomenal, he said, his voice low with awe.

Rayne pointed down a hallway to their right.

This way, she said. I know which book we need to get us there in the fastest time possible. She took off again down the hall.

Jack caught her just as Rayne stumbled to a halt outside an unusual door. It resembled a giant pink and cream oyster shell with lavender swirls through the center.

Rayne placed her palm against the door, and it shimmered before turning translucent. She met Jack’s gaze and grinned. Just walk right through, and be ready to swim. Rayne stepped forward and disappeared through the seashell door, with Philippe still tucked beneath her arm.

What do you mean, swim? Jack asked. He looked down the corridor.

An enormous walrus stood watching him, combing his whiskers with his flipper, but there was no one else in sight. He sucked in a lungful of air and rushed the door. As he reached it, he turned sideways as Rayne had, and went shoulder first. Briny water surrounded him and he clamped his mouth shut just in time to avoid swallowing a mouthful. Bubbles escaped his lips as he swam toward the patch of light shining above his head and broke the surface. Treading water, he sucked in several lungfuls of air, thankful he’d lived by the ocean all his life and become a proficient swimmer. A bright full moon shone in the night sky above him.

Over here, Jack, Rayne’s voice called out.

Jack turned, still treading water. He saw Rayne leaning over the side of a small green rowboat and waving. Relief flooded through him. He swam toward the boat, reaching for Rayne’s hand when he was touching the edge. Using the cockles on the side to gain a foothold, he scrambled into the boat and dropped to the deck, gasping like a floundering fish.

Are you alive? a shrill voice screeched in his ear. Or did you drown?

Augh! Jack shouted, his arms and legs flailing as the boat rocked.

The owl’s tufted brows arched higher above his round yellow eyes. That settles it. He didn’t drown. With a flap of his wings, he flew over to perch on the edge of the boat.

Jack brushed wet hair out of his eyes. Rayne sat on a bench at the opposite end of the boat, holding a silky, long-haired Siamese cat the size of a baby lion in her arms. The cat’s loud purrs reverberated through the small vessel.

Jack tried to stand.

The owl held out a wing. Careful, you don’t want to rock the boat. My beautiful bride-to-be is averse to swimming. He gazed lovingly at the cat.

Sorry, Jack murmured. He crawled over to sit by Rayne.

Oh, my, the cat said. You’re drenched!

I took a swim in the ocean, Jack said. He stared at Rayne. How come you’re not wet?

Before Rayne could reply, the cat reached a padded paw behind Jack’s neck. She pulled him forward and washed the side of Jack’s face and hair with her rough tongue.

That tickles, Jack said, trying to push the cat away.

Hold still now, the cat replied, placing both paws on his shoulders.

Rayne patted Jack’s shoulder. Be a good little kitten and let Pussy-Cat dry you off. She laughed, wiping the tears from her eyes. Sorry, she blurted out, but it’s funny.

Jack tried to turn his head, but the cat lifted her paw and placed it against his cheek to hold him in place.

You squirm worse than my cousin Dinah’s kittens, and that’s saying something, the cat scolded. You humans are inept at drying off your own fur. She lifted the damp curls away from Jack’s ear and tilted her head to one side. Do you perchance have poodle blood in your family?

Rayne slapped a hand over her mouth, letting out a choking sound and pretending to cough, but the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her.

Not as far as I’m aware, Jack said. He made a face at Rayne.

Shame. Some of my best friends are poodles, Pussy-Cat said. And don’t let those faery tales fool you. Cats and dogs are compatible as long as the dogs understand their place. She moved to Jack’s other side. Okay, hold still now.

Philippe stood perched at the helm with a flipper over his brow, scanning the surface of the gentle waves illuminated only by the moon. Be right back, he said and dove from the boat, vanishing into the black water.

Owl pulled out a small guitar and cleared his throat. He hummed a soft tune while strumming the strings with his feathers.

Pussy-Cat stopped for a moment to gaze at the owl. Oh, darling, you are so sweet, she purred. Her whiskers twitched as she studied Jack. You look much better, don’t you agree?

Jack touched the side of his head. The hair on both sides stuck straight up in the air like a stiff broom. Um, sure, thank you.

Thank you for allowing us to ride with you, Owl, Pussycat. It saved us a good deal of time, Rayne said. The only other boat close to Phillip Bay tonight was in a story about pirates. She gave an involuntary shudder. Bad pirates, she added.

Our pleasure, Owl said, and Pussy-Cat purred her agreement. She pulled out an oddly shaped pair of goggles and handed them to Jack. Here, try these. I use them when Owl takes me out at night. Not that I need them, of course.

Puzzled, Jack took the goggles and put them on. Night vision goggles, he exclaimed. Perfect. He peered into the night and pointed. There’s the boat! We’re gaining on them.

The unmistakable cry of a baby dolphin in distress split the air. A volley of answering clicks and whistles followed.

With a sudden jerk, their small boat speed increased until it was almost flying through the water.

Rayne looked over the edge. Look, Jack. The dolphins are pushing the boat.

Jack pulled off the goggles. Is that Kai? he asked, pointing to one of the larger dolphins.

Rayne leaned over the edge and studied the dolphins for a moment. She shook her head. No, they’re Burrunan dolphins.

They’re a rare breed, aren’t they? What are they doing here?

They are rare, and also one of my favorites. And I have no clue, but I’m guessing they’re here to help their friends.

Philippe’s head bobbed out from the water ahead of them. As they drew near, Rayne reached over the edge to scoop him up and lift him into the boat.

Any news?

The penguin nodded. Kai and Nai’a came to visit their cousins, the Burrunan dolphins. Gemma was mistaken for one of their babies, and they snatched her. Philippe shuddered. Kai and Nai’a are swimming back and forth beneath the poacher’s boat trying to calm her, but we must hurry.

Rayne held the night vision goggles to her eyes and gasped. She pointed in the poacher’s direction. Hey! They’ve changed course. They’re heading out to sea.

The moon came out from behind a cloud, illuminating the poacher’s boat moving away from them.

Why did they change course? Jack asked.

I don’t know. Rayne bit her lip. This isn’t good. We can’t catch them out on the open sea.

A shout echoed across the water, and they turned to see a much larger boat approaching fast from behind them, rising and sinking on the waves.

Ahoy, the pea-green boat! a man’s voice called out.

Pussy-Cat hissed and leaped across to Owl, who folded both wings around her as everyone stared wide-eyed at the approaching vessel.

Jack’s jaw muscles tightened as he looked at the man standing on the deck of the ship approaching the small green boat at a fast pace. The pirate used a crutch to maintain his precarious balance on his wooden leg. A sizable green and gold parrot perched on his shoulder. The glint of a gold tooth reflected off the bright lantern he held in his other hand. A skull-and-crossbones flag flapped at the end of a sword impaled into the stern of the wooden boat.

That looks like Long-John Silver and his parrot, Captain Flint, Jack whispered, as he tried to swallow past the lump in his throat.

It is, Rayne said. I don’t understand how he got here. I thought Dou, the Great Bear, had all the evil characters contained.

Now what? Jack glanced back at the terrified hoot owl, and the cat who had retreated and were both cowering underneath the wooden seat.

I’m not sure, Rayne admitted.

Prince Jack, of Jirvania, the pirate shouted with a wave of his arm. Come with me if you want to save the young dolphin. Your friend’s tiny vessel has no chance of catching the dastardly poachers in time.

The parrot launched herself from the pirate’s shoulder and flew right for Jack, landing with a loud screech at Jack’s feet. She flapped her wings and squawked several times as the pirate brought his ship alongside the much smaller boat and threw a rope ladder down the side of his own vessel.

Jack looked at the swaying rope ladder and down at the bird who appeared to be studying him with one beady eye.

Come on, my friend. What are you waiting for? the pirate shouted. It took me this long to find you, my friend, but find you I did, or perhaps you found me? Either way, there’s no time to waste.

Jack’s eyes widened at the pirate’s choice of words.

The parrot bobbed her head, flapped her wings and launched herself back up into the air, landing on the pirate’s shoulder.

He’s right, Jack said. We’ll never save Gemma now in this boat. He pointed down at the dolphins, who circled in the surrounding water. They’re tired, and the poachers are getting away.

Jack, he’s a pirate. It’s not safe. Karel would never approve, Rayne said, her eyes wide with alarm. You can’t be serious.

Jack shrugged. Karel’s not here. He took a step forward.

Have you lost your mind? Rayne