The Prophecies Trilogy (Omnibus Edition): A Dystopian Adventure

by Linda Hawley

  I briefly waved to Joe, saw him turn to leave, and then put the Woohoo in reverse to back out of the slip, while Chow manned the docking pole to shove us off if I got too close to adjoining sailboats. As we cleared the slip, I shifted the engine forward and steered with the tiller towards the harbor entrance. I purposefully left the mast and running lights off as we motored slowly through the marina, to avoid notice. Chow and I took turns donning our foul-weather gear and then strapped on the Sospender life jackets with built-in safety harnesses. I also put Lulu’s life jacket on her, even though she was staying down below; I didn’t know what we would face this night. If the Woohoo heeled with rails in the water, and one of us went overboard, the life jacket would automatically inflate. As we reached the harbor entrance, I switched on the mast and running lights. With no contact from the harbormaster, we entered the harbor without any pursuers, and I opened the engine’s throttle.

  As we entered Bellingham Bay, the wind was on our bow blowing fifteen knots, creating four-foot swells in a chilly night air. The bay was known for this kind of behavior. I switched on the NOAA weather radio to listen to the forecast. If we were going to be in bad weather, I wanted some advanced notice to prepare. I gave a hand signal to Chow to close the companionway door, sealing Lulu in the cabin, to keep her safe and to keep us from sinking in case the weather worsened. It still burned my throat to speak.

  Chow got Lulu settled below deck, popped up out of the cabin, and then sealed it. He clipped two six-foot tethers from our harnesses to mast rings. If the sailboat suddenly heeled, it would likely prevent us from flying overboard. He looked down at his glowing dive watch, checked the time, and then came to sit right next to me in the cockpit.

  “You okay?” he asked me over the drone of the engine.

  I nodded my head.

  He leaned into me and spoke into my ear. “He got what he deserved,” he said flatly, just as I saw the orange explosion from my hill in Fairhaven out of the corner of my vision.

  My head snapped to the neighborhood just as a second explosive fireball followed the first.

  “Sinéad’s sacrifice for you,” he said into my hair.

  “She blew the house?” I asked in shock, looking into Chow’s eyes.

  “Joe wired her that way the day you moved in. Sinéad was programmed to protect you at all costs.”

  Tears welled for my binary friend, and I quickly wiped one away as I watched the yellow-orange blaze on the hill. My hand reflexively went to my neck as I watched my home and car burn, with Paul inside.

  Chapter 21

  THE SAN JUAN ARCHIPELAGO

  The Year 2015

  As we motored to the leeward side of Lummi Island, into the Rosario Strait heading towards Patos Island, the adrenaline masking my emotions began to wash away in the wind and sea. Feeling sorrowful, I was grateful when Chow offered to take the tiller. Being on the leeward side of the island, the swells had lessoned considerably, which was a relief to us both. I rolled the interrogation events around in my mind as I sat in the cockpit facing him as we moved at six knots, the only sound being Woohoo’s motor.

  There were no other vessels in sight, although our nav system showed some distant contact. As we passed Clark Island on our port side, I heard a whooshing sound off the starboard side, drawing my attention. Both our heads snapped instinctively in the direction of the sound as we popped up, looking into the dark night. Quickly, I raised the seat cushion I’d occupied, reached into the storage cabinet below, and retrieved two marine flashlights, handing one to Chow. Together we shined our lights to the starboard side of the Woohoo toward the sound, just as an Orca surfaced for air not ten feet from the vessel, spraying us, as we again heard the whoosh of air exhaling through its blowhole.

  “Whoa,” I reacted, snapping my head back.

  Chow laughed out loud.

  As I wiped the spray from my eyes, I carefully held my light steady on the animal, only to discover that we were in the presence of an enormous pod of killer whales. I leaned around Chow and reduced the engine’s throttle just enough to keep us moving. With their dorsal fins proudly visible, I counted at least a dozen animals but knew that twice that number were likely under the surface. I knew that Orca families living in the San Juans have from seventeen to fifty individuals in each pod.

  Just then, another whale surfaced right alongside the sailboat, making both of us reflexively step back away from the starboard rail. Chow and I looked at one another and smiled wide. It was a magical moment, turning a horrific night into a blessed event. The parade of Orcas continued with us for another five minutes, frolicking in our bow.

  After the pod had passed, we throttled up the engine. We agreed to motor through the night, instead of releasing our sails, to maintain our anonymity while we sailed to our island rendezvous. Chow took the helm while I unhooked my harness and then went below with Lulu to rest.

  In the cabin, I shed all my foul-weather gear. Calling Lulu up to the galley cushion, I removed her life jacket, and motioned for her to sleep there. After pulling the double sleeping bag from its waterproof sack, I rolled it out into the V-berth for myself. I was too emotionally exhausted to find pajamas to sleep in, so I pulled off my pants and shirt, then snuggled into the bag. This double sleeping bag was what Armond and I slept in when we sailed, and I swore that I could still smell his scent, even after all this time. I breathed deeply, remembering him. Being comforted and also longing for him, I started to remember a conversation from five years before on this very sailboat.

  Chapter 22

  THE SAN JUAN ARCHIPELAGO

  The Year 2010

  We were moored on a buoy in Shallow Bay on the west side of Sucia Island. Armond, Dad, and I were reclined on the padded bench seats of Woohoo’s cockpit in the middle of summer. Elinor was staying at Aunt Saundra’s house for the weekend. The western horizon had turned shades of crimson-orange and then to indigo as the stars were beginning to emerge. We had sailed to Sucia to witness the Perseid meteor shower.

  “It’s so clear tonight,” Armond said, looking to the sky.

  About forty minutes later, Dad remarked, “Would you look at that?”

  “What?” I asked.

  “Look north to south, Ann,” Dad instructed.

  As I looked, I could see the transparent white Milky Way Galaxy, visible against a backdrop of stars bright and faint scattered across the sky. “I can’t remember the last time I saw the Milky Way,” I said, amazed.

  “And how many stars are in it?” Dad asked me.

  “Three hundred fifty billion,” I replied, appeasing my teacher.

  “Right you are,” he nodded, satisfied that his pupil had remembered.

  Armond chimed in. “I remember the last time I saw the Milky Way. It was before I started my humanitarian work in São Paulo,” he reminisced. “I spent a month backpacking the mountains of Brazil, and I spent two of those weeks with an indigenous tribe that had only ever seen Caucasians a few times—”

  “You never told me about this,” I said, interrupting as I sat up and faced him.

  “I’m telling you now, aren’t I?” he responded, kissing me on the forehead. “It was the tribal shaman who invited me to join them.”

  “How were you able to communicate with the tribe? Didn’t they speak an archaic language?” I said curiously, looking at him.

  “The tribe did, but the shaman had been taught Portuguese by a Pale One—which is what he called Caucasians—who had stayed with the tribe for nearly a year. Since I speak Portuguese, that’s how I communicated with the shaman.”

  “Why did he ask you to join them?” Dad asked.

  “He said that a spirit had come to him the night before and told him that a Pale One would come the next day. So I stayed for two weeks—”

  “How did you find the tribe?” I asked curiously.

  “That’s an interesting part of the story. Three days before I found the tribe, I had a dream where I was shown a map, and the map led me to a native tribe. I woke
up at dawn, and the map was clear in my head, as though I had a photographic memory.”

  “We all know that must have been divine intervention,” I teased.

  Armond had a notoriously bad memory.

  “Very funny, Ann,” he said, thumping me on the head.

  “Hey!” I said, pretending to be hurt.

  “Anyway, with the map in my head, I followed it.”

  “That’s really something,” Dad said softly.

  “I know. It gets even more interesting. The tribe claimed to have knowledge of the beginning of time and to know the future. They believed they were the guardians of life on Earth, keeping the world in balance. They were a spiritual tribe, who practiced meditation and dream-sharing, and they had psychic abilities. Their shamans are chosen at birth, and from ten to fifteen years old, they’re separated from the tribe and live alone in a cave.”

  “How do they eat?” I asked.

  “Always thinkin’ about food?” Armond said with a smile.

  “Well, I’m curious.” I glared and then stuck my tongue out at him.

  Armond tried to grab it, but I pulled it back in my mouth too quickly. That made me giggle.

  “The tribe leaves food outside the cave so that the shaman’s only activity is to learn spiritual things. The one I met told me that their tribe was the keeper of The Prophecies.”

  “What’re The Prophecies?” Dad asked, sitting up, his interest piqued.

  “There are three of them. In order to prepare for the first one, the shamans have been planting sacred stones in a ceremony within their caves for more than a hundred years—”

  “What kind of stones?” Dad asked, urgency creeping into his voice.

  “Phantom Herkimer crystals. He said those stones were only found in their caves and a few other places on Earth. The shaman said the event that would trigger the beginning of the first prophecy was when a woman met her child self, aided by the power of a phantom Herkimer crystal.”

  “Ann and I discovered twin phantom Herkimer diamonds in New York State when she was a girl,” Dad remarked simply.

  “I lost mine,” I sadly announced.

  “So a single crystal will ignite these prophecies?” Dad asked.

  “The shaman said it will. The event with the Herkimer unlocks the paranormal dreaming abilities of the woman.”

  “Who’s the woman?” I asked.

  “The tribe doesn’t know. They only know that she will be the key to all three prophecies. They call her the Guardian. The shaman said that the event with the crystal will happen within a dream itself.”

  “It sounds like something will shift as a consequence of a single event,” Dad added.

  “Yes. From that first dream, The Prophecies begin. The shaman told me that the tribe’s sacred crystal ceremonies also had another purpose…to protect the woman from harm. They use the Herkimers to clear the chakras of the woman’s body, especially the crown chakra, so that the woman will know her spiritual purpose.”

  “How can they clear the energy centers of her body if they don’t know who she is?” I asked.

  “I don’t know.”

  “What’s the second prophecy?” I asked.

  “After the first prophecy begins, the second prophecy will quickly follow. This is when time itself begins to be purified.”

  “How?” Dad asked.

  “The woman will undo the wrongs of the past, purifying it. He said that she is the guardian of time itself.”

  “Now that’s quite the responsibility…to guard time itself!” I mocked.

  Armond thumped me on the head again.

  “Hey!” I rubbed my head, grumbling.

  “Hey you…behave yourself,” he reprimanded me playfully.

  I tried to be more reverent.

  “If she’s righting the past, then what are the wrongs?” Dad asked, engrossed in the story.

  “The wrongs of mankind. The shaman said that there are historical events that shifted mankind’s direction from its intended path. These crossroads are what the Guardian of Time will repair. She will time travel to purify the crossroads, to ensure that better choices by humanity can be made.”

  “What is the third prophecy?” Dad was curious, eyes ablaze.

  “There are three Wisdom Keepers. The Guardian—the woman who unseals The Prophecies—is one of them, and the other two are both men. In the third and final prophecy, the Wisdom Keepers will bring a message to humanity, creating a celestial event.”

  “What’s the event?” I asked, looking up at the stars.

  “The shaman didn’t know, but he said that the three Wisdom Keepers will know the time that the prophecy will be fulfilled by seeing signs in the sky. When they see these signs, the three of them will amplify their collective spiritual energy, and a celestial event will occur.”

  “What’s the purpose of the celestial event?” Dad asked.

  “To change the future of mankind.”

  “Change it how?” I asked, starting to become curious about the story.

  “I don’t know. The shaman told me that it was so sacred, he couldn’t utter it out loud. The fulfillment of The Prophecies was only shown in a vision from shaman to shaman. Not even the tribal members know how the future of mankind will be changed.”

  “When are these prophecies to happen?” I was getting caught up in the moment.

  “The shaman said that the event was soon approaching. He did tell me that once the Guardian of Time broke the seal of The Prophecies, they would continue until fulfilled, which would be within twelve months. The shaman said nothing could stop them once they had begun.”

  “It’s kind of intense to think of them as being real. I almost don’t want to wrap my head around it,” I said apprehensively.

  “It’s incredible,” Dad remarked with feeling. “I always knew phantom Herkimer’s had spiritual power.”

  Armond reached into his pocket, pulling out a small crystal. “The night the shaman told me about The Prophecies, he gave me this phantom Herkimer—it was from their sacred ceremony—as a reminder that I should never forget The Prophecies.”

  I sat up with Armond. “I’ve never seen this Herkimer,” I said in shock, looking at it.

  “The shaman told me that I must keep it hidden for many years, in order to keep the power of The Prophecies alive. So I did,” he said simply.

  “Why show us now?” I asked quietly as he put the crystal in the palm of my outstretched hand.

  “This is the last thing he told me that night: ‘On the night of raining stars, many years from this night, you will have a feeling deep inside of you to show this crystal to a woman. This woman will be a warrior who will break the seal of The Prophecies when the time of the end is near. On that night, you must show her this phantom Herkimer and tell her of the ancient prophecies, for she is the promised one,’” Armond said to me reverently.

  He gazed into my eyes.

  “It’s you, Ann,” he said softly. “You…are the Guardian of Time.”

  “What?” I asked, confused, my mind reeling.

  “It’s you. You are one of the Wisdom Keepers, Ann—the one who will break the seal of The Prophecies that will change the future of mankind.”

  Chapter 23

  THE SAN JUAN ARCHIPELAGO

  The Year 2015

  I suddenly bolted up from the V-berth and smacked my head on the fiberglass roof.

  “Crap,” I complained loudly, holding my head. Over the years, I had hit my head on this exact spot so many times, I was amazed that something—the fiberglass or my head—wasn’t dented.

  The recollection of the conversation with Armond and Dad flooded my mind, rocking me to my very core. I had long since purged the memory from my conscious mind.

  “It came true. The Prophecies are actually real,” I said out loud, fully astonished.

  It was then that I was reminded of how sore my throat was.

  The woman meets her child self in a dream, aided by the power of a phantom Herkimer.
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br />   “It’s me. I’m the woman who broke the seal,” I said quietly.

  I let the memory marinate in my mind for a few minutes, recalling every nuance of that night so many years ago.

  Jumping off the V-berth, I started to dig through one of my bags that contained the few treasured things that I hadn’t sent to Elinor. Finally I reached it. I looked at the phantom Herkimer diamond given to Armond by the tribal shaman.

  “Oh my goodness. I’ve got to tell Chow,” I said to Lulu.

  I got dressed and put on my foul-weather and safety gear. Lulu hopped up to go.

  “Stay here, girl,” I said, stopping to pet my sweet dog, thankful she wasn’t injured earlier tonight.

  Lulu quickly lay back down, clearly tired. She watched me climb up the stairs and out the companionway door without lifting her head. I secured Lulu in the cabin after exiting.

  Shivering in the dark cold despite my foul-weather gear, I clipped the lifeline into my harness.

  “We’ve nearly reached Patos Island,” Chow said to me.

  “Wow. How long was I in the cabin?”

  “A few hours, Ann. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah. A few hours? I didn’t realize I’d been sleeping. I thought I just remembered something, but apparently I was dreaming.”

  “I thought you would sleep longer,” Chow said, looking at me.

  “I’ve gotta tell you about a conversation I had with Armond that I just remembered in my dream.”

  “Do you need to tell me now, or can it wait until we moor on Patos?” Chow asked loudly, trying to make sure I could hear him over the motor.

  “It can wait. How long before we reach the anchor buoy?”

  “The nav computer says about fifty minutes.”

  “Okay, let’s wait until we moor, and then I’ll explain.”

  Chow nodded. It had turned into a very clear, moonless night. We were surrounded by millions of flecks of celestial light, guiding us to our evening rendezvous.