Jay screamed an arc over the sand. The desert below was wrinkled like an old pink peach. The sky above was tinted honey-gold as he neared the zenith of his trajectory. The pink and gold spun so quickly as he tumbled he saw only whirling color. He shut his eyes and hoped his death would be swift.
A sonic boom opened his eyes. The bird zipped so close it caught Jay in its exhaust. Jay coughed and choked on the frozen fog. Through panic Jay morbidly noted how lucky he’d be to die cold in a desert. Anyone else would die of heatstroke or thirst, but he’d shatter on the mountain like ice. An interesting first!
His tumbling stabilized. The Mountain’s surface seemed smooth from afar but now nearing every instant Jay saw a thousand tiny caves, like pores.
The bird landed in a foggy cloud. As Jay fell the final fifty feet he felt the fog trail thicken; the exhaust compressed under him like cream. The cold mist rest him on the Mountain.
Before he could breathe the bird wrapped his waist with its deep-blue tentacle. “I am the Heart of the Mountain!” It lifted Jay to show him the caves pockmarking the mountainside. “Today you attain Zephyrhood!”
It tried to cram Jay in a cave. Jay braced his limbs against the hole’s rocky mouth. “No! Stop! Please!”
“The chain is pulled and the wheel spins!” repeated the Heart of the Mountain. It mushed Jay against another hole. “Your arrival was fated. Enter!”
The caves were so dark Jay could not guess how deep they ran. He beat the tentacle with his fist. “Let me go! Why am I destined? What did I do?”
“You arrived.” The Heart blinked its green compound eyes. “Into the Mountain you go, towards destiny!”
Jay struck the tentacle with a red rock. Four suckers released and Jay squirmed from its grasp onto the Mountain. The hard terrain hurt his feet as he ran.
The tentacle swiped at him but he leapt into lingering clouds of exhaust. He ran blind only hoping not to fall into a hole.
The bird made thunderous wing-beats to blast the clouds away. Jay sprinted to stay with the flying fog.
He tripped. He rolled and scrambled to his feet. His protective fog had fled. “Please, no!”
The Heart of the Mountain loomed over him, and what had tripped him—a white fox with a fluffy tail. The Heart of the Mountain retracted its wings and demanded: “Who are you?”
The fox’s ears lay flat. “Where am I, is more like it.” From the Mountain she and Jay looked down on mile-high dunes. “How did I get here?”
“This is the Mountain. I am its Heart.” From each sleeve the bird extended five blue human hands. The ten arms were normal thickness but five times normal length. They plucked the fox by the scruff of her neck and pinned Jay against the ground. “Which of you is the prophesied Zephyr?”
“Hey! Put me down!” The fox could not escape the grip on her neck. “Help!” Her body turned to snow. The Heart’s hands slipped through her. She fell in a pile beside Jay.
“Time runs short! Which of you is the Zephyr? Shall I bury you both?” The Heart scooped the snow next to Jay and compressed them into place with all ten hands. “What are your names?”
“Faith,” popped the pile. Snow flecked onto Jay.
“Jay,” said Jay.
“How did you get here?” demanded the bird.
“You threw me,” said Jay.
“No,” said the bird. “How did you get to the desert?”
“JayJay?” Faith’s eyes surfaced on the snow. “Oh, JayJay! We’re still sitting on Dainty’s couch!”
“Yes! That’s right!” Jay sighed in relief. “We smoked centipede powder. We’re hallucinating.”
The Mountain’s Heart blinked. The facets of its compound eyes disbanded and most retreated into the bird’s skull. The remaining eyes scrutinized them both. “Centipede powder? From whom?”
“Virgil Blue,” said Faith, “by way of Virgil Skyy, taken under the supervision of Virgil Orange.”
The Heart relieved pressure from its palms. Jay squirmed away but Faith couldn’t control her snow-body. “That explains you two,” said the hawk-beak. “But the chain was pulled and a Zephyr must arrive! Where is it?”
“Why would we know?” Jay stood and brushed dust from his body. He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m not even sure what a Zephyr is!”
“Really?” The bird retrieved its arms and became a sky-blue cloth cone like a tepee or a pyramid. Its round, sapphire head regenerated its compound eyes. “We’re all Zephyrs, one way or another. But for this Zephyr the chain was pulled! It must arrive as surely as the wheel spins! To join all Zephyrs in the Mountain!”
“Never heard of them!” Faith built a slender limb to shape a snout on her face. “Virgil Skyy didn’t even mention Zephyrs! He did mention mountains, though.”
A sound like a gong bowled over Faith and Jay. The roar ruffled feathers on the Heart’s head. It cast its green gaze to the sky. “Oh, thank goodness! I worried it would be subtle.”