Read The Royal Stones of Eden (Royal Secrecies Book 1) Online
Authors: Rae T. Alexander
The Living Spirit made rivers of water and mercury that flooded the earth and destroyed the Anakites, but the Living Spirit protected the humans with the help of a great ship that sailed on the waters. Only a few of the Anakites survived, in underground caves and passages, where the mercury could not penetrate.
After the Great Destruction, the humans, tainted by the germs and the ideas of the Anakites, spread disease, death, and eventual slavery into the second creation. Gradually, the humans, who had learned the art of slavery, having been slaves themselves, started to enslave each other. Some of the mixed-race Anakites who survived the Great Destruction, to give them greater status on the earth, used a modified tale of the first and second creation. They were the first creation they claimed, and humans were the second. The truth was that the animals were the first, and the humans were the second.
As to the spirit people, led by the Great Beast, the alliance continued as both the spirit people and many of the mixed Anakites had the need to be served. They both continued to hate the Living Spirit. There were times during wars between the spirit people and the Living Spirit that the Anakites were asked to join in the fight. They were reminded of what the Great Beast had done for them in the garden, eons before.
The people of the Prophets kept these stories alive for ages upon ages until they died a natural death, or by butchery or disease. It was a story that once again was told by the Ani Nvya, but this time it was told to another Guardian.
The visitor asked the man about the portal.
“The portal that was sealed by the Living Spirit—where is it? And what happened to the Priests in Egypt?” he asked.
“The great Priests were destroyed as the Prophets were destroyed. The living Anakites, who had first fled underground, the true bloods, enticed the Guardians to come below with a threat to destroy the humans. The Anakites told them that if they sacrificed their lives, then a great attack would not come. Now, many portals seal the tombs of the Guardians. Many Guardians died in believing that lie,” said the Ani Nvya.
“Yes, but you have the maps? I am looking for a portal in Kanab, Utah!” said the visitor.
The Ani Nvya showed him the maps of the Anakite portals. He added, “But they are all dead, and the Anakites are dead. They must all be dead now. They cannot be alive.”
“That’s alright!” said the visitor. “I am counting on the remaining Anakites to believe otherwise. There is an Anakite by the name of Peter Jenkins that should be coming here soon for the same information. You must give him only one map and one entrance to the cave and portal. The Guardians plan on trapping him and ridding the world of the last Anakite.”
Chapter 25
Tunnels in Kanab
Part Two
He wasn’t an old man. He was an experienced man, in a younger body. The attractive girl with him often spoke of their mismatch when they walked together. He was hunched over. He walked holding a long staff, covered with a cloth over its tip. He wore jeans and a cotton shirt underneath his poncho. The girl wore hip shorts, a T-shirt, and short combat boots. His companion seemed much younger and pressed him to continue.
“We will be late if we don’t hurry!”—she grabbed his arm as if to steady it.
“I have a lift just below,” he said as he pointed to the ground. She looked for a door on the ground and found a handle in the shape of a round circle. In the dust, camouflaged by its light brown color, there were two panels with handles, flat on the ground. They were padlocked, but provided no other security. The old man handed her a key, and she unlocked the rusted lock. She removed a chain that was around the metal circles.
Both panels were opened and hit the ground with a loud metal echo. It looked dark below. There did not seem to be a supporting floor.
“Surely you have faith?”—he placed his moccasin over the pit of blackness. He moved it to a side of the hole where there rested a ladder that supported his foot. They both stepped down the rusty ladder and soon made their way down to the next level that provided the promised elevator.
Meanwhile, far below the Utah desert, the Guardians had arrived at their own destination via an adjoining cave underneath a lake. They swam just below the edge of a lake and found the entrance into a descending chamber that led to a short trek into the mythical caves of Montezuma. Haj was followed by David and Mattie. Sam and Tom journeyed to the caves from another route.
The Ani Nvya had long known about the caves of the deer people. Their legend even told of many additional tunnels that connected to various parts of the continents throughout the whole world. The old man, the one who rode the elevator to one of those tunnels of the legends, knew of the Ani Nvya personally. He had spoken to one, recently in Boone, North Carolina.
The old man descended downward in the elevator, along with his young, female companion. In his mind, he replayed the last conversation and interactions with the last Ani Nvya, just before he died several days later. The old man had obtained complete maps of the caves from his gracious and most generous benefactor, the Ani Nvya. In addition, the wise Prophet gave a special copy of the map showing a singular entrance to Peter Jenkins. This copy led Peter to another part of the cave—intentionally. It was a trap, and it was set in motion by the old man. A genuine copy was sent to a Dr. Haj Habib, with instructions about the trap, and Haj kept the details of the trap and the old man’s identity strictly confidential.
Peter, as Dred, and Jesse, in the cloned body of Aysha, went into the tunnels the easy way, but so did Tom and Sam, who followed directly behind them at a safe and discreet distance.
There was a little known but somewhat accessible small white building, the size of a small garage. It was located about five miles from the lake that the others had used to access the caves. It was owned by the federal government but seldom disturbed. The tunnels below had been found about a hundred years ago by settlers traveling westward. The area was once going to be used as a bomb shelter by the military, but this never happened. Due to a lack of funds, that project was terminated. The building had a gasoline powered freight elevator that could lower a single vehicle down to a platform. Beyond the platform was a rough but drivable path. It had been cleared by some unknown methods centuries before. Perhaps cattle or a mass number of people had cleared the tunnel’s pathways. There were numerous theories, and most were without scientific credibility.
There was no treasure of Montezuma ever found. It was assumed that either the tunnels were looted, or the treasure was entirely a myth. The tunnel from the lake and the tunnel from the shack led to the same end point—a dead end. The dead end was nothing but a solid wall with no apparent opening. The lake tunnel came in from the west and the shack tunnel came in from the east. The wall or dead end was on the north side of an open and grand space with an enormous ceiling of solid rock.
Haj, David, and Mattie were the first of the Guardians to enter the cave, and all of them drew a weapon just before they entered.
“Pointing a weapon! That is bad form, old boy!”—Dred suddenly appeared behind a rock and shouted at them as they came into the cave. He greeted them with an M60 machine gun. He fired just above them, and the bullets rattled against the jagged rock ceiling and walls. Threatened with the clattering bullets, the Guardians hit the dirt floor and flattened their bodies in avoidance of the projectiles.
Jesse, the Aysha look-alike, sat proudly nearby on the car hood of a rented Cadillac. Her breasts pushed against a tight shirt of black netting. Her eyes sparkled like her fiery red ring. Her lips were blackened by cheap color, and, around her neck, she wore several layers of plastic beads. Around her shoulders, she wore a black vinyl jacket.
“I will take the sword please, gentlemen!”—Peter barked his command as his eyes glowed with red intensity. The Guardians stood up, and Peter realized that a lady was present with them.
“I plan to get all of my powers back, and then I will open up the tunnels to the north—with the help of your sword, of course!” Peter gloated. “Did you think that you were trapping me? It was
I
that was trapping
you
! Give the Guardians a mission, and they always bring their sword.
“But enough small talk, I must acknowledge the lady,” he said as he looked at Mattie in her water-soaked polyester.
Mattie responded to the Anakite, “Screw you!”
Peter then ordered everyone to drop their weapons and to sit down in the dirt. Peter saw that David had the Sword of Gath. The sword vibrated in David’s hand in a violent and expectant manner, even as he still held it to his side while he sat.
Peter commanded him to hand over the new Sword of Gath, but before David could speak, the back wall of the cave began to shake. The north wall seemed to be just a wall a moment before, but it soon began to open as if the rock was nothing more than a sliding door.
A defined rectangular section of the north wall of the cave gradually became visible. The wall moved forward, then slid straight down into the dirt below. The door revealed the old man and the companion.
The old man stepped forward and removed the cloth from his staff to reveal a serpent head on its top.
“Well, Danite!” Peter said as he recognized the Danite staff of the old man. “You can die first!”—Peter pointed his weapon straight at him, and Jesse hopped off the car with excitement. She eagerly awaited the Danite’s death with a smile of anticipation.
The old man straightened his back. He held out a square shaped satchel that was in his right hand. He held it up in the direction of Peter. Peter’s machine gun quickly flew out of his hands as if a great and magical force pulled it. It soared toward the satchel, and it hit with a clang. Then it fell to the dirt. Peter was immediately weaponless. The satchel had a special metal plate that was magically magnetized. All of the Guardians then rose to their feet in response.
Then the old man spoke to David’s mind.
Draw your sword and get behind Dred, David! Do it now! Show some courage against this bully! Stand against him and do what I say! It’s me, Merlin, calling you! Hear me David!
I obtained a tube of silver metal in Haj’s safe, in Cairo. I was the one who gave it to you in Utah! I was the old prospector that gave you Cali! Remember me, boy!
David had taken an archaeological trip to Southern Utah, even before his trip to Cairo. He had met an old prospector who rode a mule and who seemed lost, and then David had given him some requested assistance and directions. It was a minor point then, but now it was coming back to David’s mind. He remembered he had assisted the old man by giving him some water, food, and directions to a hotel, and the old man in return had given him a vial of silver liquid, which at the time seemed trivial. All of that was intentional and not an accident, David conjectured. All of that was part of a plan and a destiny, leading to this very moment. Sometimes destiny revolves around carelessness and simplicity.
Another voice suddenly interrupted David’s thoughts.
Don’t do it, David! It’s me, Peter! I’m trapped inside this body! Don’t kill me, please! I know all of Mattie’s secrets, and I can share them all with you, old boy! Let me live! She isn’t even human! Do you know what she is? David, in the name that is all holy, listen to your heart! Killing is not the answer! Let us reason this out! Don’t use the sword! Fighting is not the answer here!
David saw the old man look at him, but no words came from his lips. He looked at Dred, who nodded his head at him. For a moment, he was in the schoolyard again, attempting to make up his mind.
What should I do, he thought.
In the next instant, he decided to obey the voice identified to him as Merlin, and he drew the new Sword of Gath, full of the power of Cali. Haj pulled a hidden second gun from his boot and aimed it at Peter. Mattie eyed the familiar looking companion that stood with Merlin and her identical clone that was with Peter, and she quickly grabbed the revolver that she had dropped. She cocked the trigger and pointed it at Peter’s witch, Jesse.
Haj saw very clearly that the companion of the old man was none other than his wife. It was Aysha, and she was armed with a semi-automatic. Jesse, the other Aysha, held out her fisted hand with her red ring as if she was ready to threaten everyone with it.
“Jesse?” Aysha cried out. “Put it away! You can do no harm anymore!”
“You are a traitor!—to your own people! You are nothing but a…”—Jesse was interrupted by Tom’s screeching tires as his car came rushing into the cave. It abruptly stopped just behind Peter’s vehicle.
Sam and Tom exited with weapons of their own. As soon as he saw the old man, Tom’s face beamed as if he recognized the man.
David was still in front of Peter and Jesse with the drawn sword. Jesse pulled a dagger from underneath her jacket and waved it in the air. She drew closer to Peter and stood beside him.
The old man continued to straighten his posture, and then he removed some false teeth and a wig, which revealed a much younger man underneath.
“I think I like this body much better to that of a dog!”—it was now obvious to all that it was indeed Merlin, the magician. He was obviously referring to a former transformation or life, but no one understood his reference. Merlin had many secret stories that he told no one about.