Mistborn #03 The Hero of Ages

going to say?" Beldre said to Breeze. "Look at him! He's been healed!"
    Breeze shrugged, putting down his wine and standing. "My dear, with all the oddities that have been happening lately, young Spook's appearance doesn't measure up. A simple healing? Why, that's rather mundane, if you ask me."
    Breeze smiled, catching Spook's eye.
    "Shall we then?" Spook asked.
    Breeze shrugged. "Why not? What do you think that we'll find?"
    "I'm not sure," Spook admitted, stepping into the antechamber beyond the cavern. He started to climb the ladder.
    "Spook," Beldre said warily. "You know what the scouts said. The entire city was burning from the heat of the sun. . . ."
    Spook looked up, noting the light shining between the cracks of the trapdoor. He smiled, then pushed it open.
    There was no city outside. Just a field of grass. Green grass. Spook blinked at the strange sight, then crawled out onto the soft earth, making room for Breeze. The Soother's head popped out, then cocked to the side. "Now, there's a sight," he said, crawling out beside Spook.
    Spook stood up in the grass. It came up to his thighs. Green. Such a strange color for plants.
    "And . . . the sky," Breeze said, shading his eyes. "Blue. Not a hint of ash or smoke. Very odd. Very odd indeed. I'll bet Vin had something to do with this mess. That girl never could do things the proper way."
    Spook heard a gasp from behind, and turned to see Beldre climbing out of the cavern. He helped her step up onto the ground, then they walked in silent wonder through the tall grass. The sun was so bright overhead, yet it wasn't uncomfortably hot.
    "What happened to the city?" Beldre whispered, holding Spook's arm.
    He shook his head. Then, however, he heard something. He turned, thinking he saw motion on the horizon. He walked forward, Beldre at his side, Breeze calling down for Allrianne to come up and see what had happened.
    "Are those . . . people?" Beldre asked, finally seeing what Spook had. The people in the distance saw them, too, and as soon as they drew close, Spook smiled and waved at one.
    "Spook?" Ham called. "Kid, is that you?"
    Spook and Beldre hurried forward. Ham stood with others, and behind them Spook could see another trapdoor in the middle of the grassy meadow floor. People he didn't recognize—some wearing uniforms from Elend's army—were climbing out. Ham rushed over, wearing his usual vest and trousers, and grabbed Spook in an embrace.
    "What are you doing here?" Ham asked, letting go.
    "I don't know," Spook said. "Last I knew, I was in Urteau."
    Ham looked up at the sky. "I was in Fadrex! What happened?"
    Spook shook his head. "I don't know if the places we used to know have meaning anymore, Ham. . . ."
    Ham nodded, turning as one of the soldiers pointed. Another batch of people was emerging from a hole a short distance away. Spook and Ham walked forward—at least, until Ham saw someone in the other batch of people. Spook vaguely recognized her as Ham's wife, who had been back in Luthadel. The Thug let out a cry of excitement, then rushed forward to greet his family.
    Spook made his way from hole to hole. There appeared to be six of them, some well populated, others not so much. One stood out. It wasn't a trapdoor, like the others, but a slanted cave entrance. Here, he found General Demoux speaking with a small group of people, a pretty Terriswoman holding his arm.
    "I was in and out of consciousness for it," Demoux was saying, "but I saw him. The Survivor. It had to be him—hanging in the sky, glowing. Waves of color moved through the air, and the ground trembled, the land spinning and moving. He came. Just like Sazed said he would."
    "Sazed?" Spook spoke up, Demoux noticing him for the first time. "Where is he?"
    Demoux shook his head. "I don't know, Lord Spook." Then he paused. "Where did you come from, anyway?"
    Spook ignored the question. The openings and holes formed a pattern. Spook walked through the thick grass, leading Beldre, making his way to the very center of the pattern. The wind blew softly, bending the stalks of grass in wave-like undulations. Ham and Breeze rushed to catch up to him, already arguing about something trivial, Ham with a child on one arm, his other around his wife's shoulders.
    Spook froze as he caught sight of a bit of color in the grass. He held up a hand, warning the others, and they stepped forward more quietly. There, in the center of the grass, was a field of . . . somethings. Colorful somethings, growing from