The Genesis Project Prophecy of the Seven
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Authors: C.L. De Leon
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What would you do if you had the power to save humanity from the face of dark and the seemingly sealed fate of ultimate death? Would you gather the courage to stand up and fight, or would you break down, buckling under the pressure of almost certain death?
Reighlyn D’Crey lived a normal teenage existence until her eighteenth birthday – then everything she knew crumbled to ash around her. It was a time that should have been filled with joy, but quickly turned into the fight of her life, the fight for her life and the fight for all of mankind.
Reighlyn is different than other teenage girls. Gifted. She possesses rare talents that most people couldn’t even dream of. She kept them a secret all her life, until the day of her eighteenth birthday. Reighlyn’s mother received a letter from Reighlyn’s father – a man long though to have been dead. The letter details a horrible truth: The world as they knew it would cease to exist if a group of powerful terrorists called The Militia, had their way. The Militia were planning a takeover extraordinaire. Their main focus was to capture all of the gifted from the earth. Reighlyn and her mother, Rowan, were left with little choice; they had to run. Escape was their only option and they fled to the one place where Reighlyn’s father said they would always be safe: The Sonora Caves.
After an intense run-in with the Militia, sparks fly between Reighlyn and a dark and mysterious man with strange but alluring eyes. He does the unthinkable: Before letting Reighlyn, Rowan and her friend Blaine leave without reproach, the man promises to find Reighlyn again. Who is this strange but undeniably sexy man?
Reighlyn’s entire existence is redefined once again in Sonora where she learns she is the leader of a prophesied group, who have waited patiently for her to find her way; to lead them all in more ways than one. The prophecy reads, “A group of seven will champion those in need. They will be the new beginning, and the end to war, without them, all will be lost. To the one who is above all, none are more important than her. She who is born under the full moon and who has been kissed by fire, she who has no beginning and has no end, she who wields five will lead the Seven. She who is marked with the seven stars upon her skin. Without the one, the six will fail. The world would fail and all will have been for naught.”
Reighlyn must learn to come into her own as a woman as she learns to fight, lead and love with a fire emblazoned heart. Balancing love, the heavy weight of being a prophesized leader and learning to move forward in a strange new world can be quite a load for any girl to bear. As the war rages on, can the Seven defeat the evil Militia with Reighlyn at the helm? The Militia, who so efficiently and effectively destroyed modern civilization with their careless tactics, will not go down without a fight. Let’s hope the Seven area not too late.
~ “A group of seven will champion those in need. They will be the new beginning, and the end to war, without them, all will be lost. To the one who is above all, none are more important than her. She who is born under the full moon and who has been kissed by fire, she who has no beginning and has no end, she who wields five will lead the Seven. She who is marked with the seven stars upon her skin. Without the one, the six will fail. The world would fail and all will have been for naught.” –Excerpt from The Genesis Project ~
THE GENESIS PROJECT
PROPHECY OF THE SEVEN
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THE GENESIS PROJECT
PROPHECY OF THE SEVEN
C.L. DE LEON
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This book is a work of fiction. Any references to historical events, real people or real locations are used fictitiously. Other names, characters, places and incidents are the product of imagination by the author, any resemblance to actual events or locations or person, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
FOR THE LOVES OF MY LIFE: ALFRED AND GENESIS
~YOU ARE MY WORLD~
I would like to thank friends and family, without whom this book would have never been completed.
I would like to give a special thanks to my Husband, Alfred. Thank you for always supporting me in everything I do and pushing me to achieve anything and everything that my heart desires. I love you.
To my Mammy (M
om) Thank you for everything… You are the best!
To Lisa Ann Goble—my dearest and oldest friend—thank you for pushing me through writing
Prophecy of the Seven
and for allowing me to bounce my ideas off of you consistently.
I love your face!
C.L.D.
CONTENTS
I can’t believe it has been one year, one year since
they
came… We had no chance… We didn’t see it coming from a mile away. Literally.
We were no match for them, but we would not give up easy.
One year of death and pain. One year of war, of having to relearn everything we thought we knew about life.
Everything innocent about me had been erased overnight.
The person I thought I had been was nowhere near the woman I have become. The woman I had to become. I had no choice but to be strong.
I sighed, thinking of the day our lives changed. The day the world changed. The day I learned who I truly was.
It was my
seventeenth birthday. I was enjoying the beautiful weather as I sat on the porch. I loved to sit outside and relax on our swing. I listened to my mom in the kitchen making dinner singing a song all her own.
I smiled to myself remembering how she’d always sung when she worked around the house. It had just been Mom and I for as long as I could remember.
My Dad was in the military and had passed away overseas when I was four. I let my head fall back staring at the sky. Falling back into myself even more.
It had been a long week. I got dumped by my boyfriend. He felt it would be easier this way with him going to college in a few months at one place and me another. I sighed. What a jerk.
The wind kicked up, blowing my hair as I rocked back and forth. I rolled my head from side to side looking from my mom in the kitchen to the people race back and forth on the street.
My mom had been anxious all day and I didn’t know why. She’d watched me as if she’d been waiting for something to happen, and she was baking her heart out.
She always baked when she was anxious or upset. I wondered why she looked as if someone died. I sighed again, hopped up and went inside.
I went to the kitchen; it smelt so good. Lots of baked yummies set out on almost every counter and on the table as if we were having some huge party.
I wasn’t having friends over. Most of my friends were out of town with their families, and there was no one but me and mom. We didn’t have anybody else. No cousins, aunts or uncles. Just us. It had always been just us.
I grabbed a sugar cookie and hopped on the counter, staring at my mom. She was beautiful. Five foot three and stocky, she was in great shape for being in her mid-forties.
I loved her hair, long straight and black. So black that it shined blue in the light. Her beautiful green eyes the same as mine, a weird shade of bright emerald green.
She had a beautiful tan complexion that came naturally. You couldn’t get that from a booth, that’s for sure. How I wished I looked like her. From her little nose to her almond shaped eyes.
I’m five foot two, just an inch shorter than mom. I had the same coke bottle frame, stocky up top and big hips. Where her complexion was tan I was pale… Okay… I lied I am pasty.
Her hair is black and straight
, mine was red and curly. I sighed again and taking a bite of my cookie.
When had life gotten hard?
I thought. I glanced up to see that my mom had finally turned to look at me. The look on her face was complete despair.
“What’s wrong Mom?” I asked.
We just stared at each other in awkward silence.
“Mom,
seriously… What is it? You’ve been acting weird all day, almost like you’re avoiding me…..It’s my birthday, Mom. Just another day…It’s not like I’m moving out tonight just because I’m eighteen.”
“Oh, baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve had a lot on my mind. I didn’t mean to push you out. It’s just…just…”
Mom began to cry. I jumped down to hug her. I wasn’t sure if it was just me turning eighteen making her so emotional or what.
“Mom? Mom…It’s okay
, Mom…I’m not leaving you…I’m going to take a year before I go to college to help out the store, Mom…Why are you so upset? Please just tell me what’s going on…You’re starting to really freak me out.”
I grabbed some paper
towels off the counter and handed them to my mom and hugged her again. I stood back and waited. Mom grabbed my hand and led me into the dining room and sat me down.
She sat down next to me
, turning her chair so she could see me better. Grabbing my hands with both of hers, tears silently spilling out over her long lashes. She began.
