Skyhunter (Skyhunter #1) - Marie Lu Page 0,91

feet and the chill in the wind that whips through the clearing. Jeran and Adena halt beside me too, shivering, neither uttering a word, their faces turned down toward the valley, where the oncoming evening stretches long shadows across the land. Red comes last to stand on my other side. In him churns an old fear, a terror borne from firsthand knowledge of the kind of darkness that we’ve just entered.

We have officially stepped into the Federation.

THE

WARFRONT

THE KARENSA FEDERATION

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It doesn’t take long before we stumble across the first evidence of enemy soldiers making their rounds through this newly acquired territory.

Prominent on the forest floor are the telltale signs of soldier tracks, the shape distinctly different from ours, the toes rounded while Maran boots come to a sharper point. There are few at first, one here and another twenty yards away, but gradually they become more regular until there’s a solid path through the woods, made by soldiers clearly confident that no one is using the prints to track them.

We move invisibly in the lengthening twilight. Jeran and I stay in the trees, scouting ahead, while Adena makes her way on the ground, blending in so well with the tall, thick ferns crowded beside tree trunks that sometimes I completely lose her. Red moves with her, the most conspicuous by far, his muscled form a dark shape in the shadows of the trees. I keep a constant eye on his surroundings, ready to throw a warning if there are any signs of soldiers nearby.

We must have traveled for several miles by the time we come across tracks more regular and numerous. Here, the trees grow more sparsely too, and we find ourselves approaching the section of the valley that I’d glimpsed from the top of the hill as we crossed the warfront.

Red is the one who stops us first. He halts abruptly, then narrows his eyes in the direction of the clearing. I feel a tug in my mind from him, as if he’s calling out for me to slow down. I look down at him from my vantage point in the branches to see him nod at me.

Careful, he tells me before looking ahead. Then he says a Karenese word that I’ve never heard before, for which there’s no equivalent in Maran. Trains incoming.

I frown down at him at that. Trains? A thought in his mind spills into mine, flooding me with the image of a black engine billowing smoke into a blue sky, giant metal wheels churning in sync with one another, and a series of dozens and dozens of metal carriages chugging one after the other into oblivion.

Now I know the word trains. I’ve seen wreckage of them before, part of the Early Ones’ ruins. We assume that they were once a mode of transportation, when there were things like ships in the sky as surely as in the water. But I hadn’t thought the Federation had them, functioning ones, these enormous monsters that belched ash and soot as they roared across the land.

But Red says it again. Train station, he tells me, nodding at the clearing up ahead.

I sign the same to Jeran, struggling to explain what it is, and then down at Adena. We pause, listening for sounds of soldiers, before slowing our pace and inching forward.

Then I do hear it. The sound of soldiers’ voices, speaking Karenese, coming and going as if busy with something or other. From several trees away, Jeran crouches low in the branches and points in one direction, through the trees and into the clearing.

I move along my branch until it crisscrosses with that of another tree, make my way onto it, and then peer toward where Jeran’s pointing.

There, before me, is a sprawling sight. Several Federation campsites dot the space where the trees thin out, and then, a short distance from them, is a building with lanterns twinkling against its walls, built in front of a long metal track that snakes far off into the valley until it disappears over a hill. Sitting in front of this building, partially obscured by a curtain of steam, is a great black engine lined with silver paint, its enormous wheels extending back to a second compartment, its trail of carriages running far down the track.

A train station.

Soldiers bustle everywhere there, and from this distance, they appear like a swarm of black ants—their uniforms and shadows melting into one another—as they load boxes and crates onto carts and then head back to the station,

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